Here lies a square spade shovelThat could quickly dispose of youIf I could get a good enough swing for momentum Or maybe this wine bottleRecently emptied by yours trulyWould do the trick with more grace I always thought poison would be the way to goBut to get you drunk enough to take itTakes too long Of course a bullet would be the fastest and easiestBut it’s too cold hearted and detachedTo suit me My favoriteIs the hands-on murderI don’t hire a manOr sabotage your truckOr even consult a Voodoo Priestess No. I fantasize about grabbing you by the throatWhen 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 neckAnd watch your eyes widenWith recognitionAs you realize I hate youAs much as I ever loved you.And forgiveness will not come from me…