Here lies a square spade shovel
That could quickly dispose of you
If I could get a good enough swing for momentum

Or maybe this wine bottle
Recently emptied by yours truly
Would do the trick with more grace

I always thought poison would be the way to go
But to get you drunk enough to take it
Takes too long

Of course a bullet would be the fastest and easiest
But it's too cold hearted and detached
To suit me

My favorite
Is the hands-on murder
I don't hire a man
Or sabotage your truck
Or even consult a Voodoo Priestess

No.

I fantasize about grabbing you by the throat
When you lean in to try to kiss me goodbye- what would your girlfriend say about that, I wonder-
And sinking a butcher knife into your neck
And watch your eyes widen
With recognition
As you realize I hate you
As much as I ever loved you.
And forgiveness will not come from me.