I mumble to myself, wishing it was till next week.

"The mail isn't working, what's wrong with you now?"
I pray to the gods, let the end come to you now.

"The password doesn't work, have you gone down again?"
I wonder how you managed to forget your caps lock again.

"Do you like your job, you dont sound pleased to be helping me!"
I think about murder, no jury would convict me.

"I dont think this will help, are you sure you know what your doing?"
I wonder to myself, just what where you thinking.

"It can't read the mail, what have you screwed up now?"
I look up your address, shotgun in tow.

You foolish little people, keep calling the tech line.
But little do you know your death warrents have just been signed.
For I am coming to your house and solving your problems, one last time.

I look at the World
Wonder 'what the hell?'
As children get shot
with daddy's handgun
which he keeps for 'safety'
in his underwear drawer
while he keeps the true 'safety' off.

Mommy comes home
'kids' she shouts
though dogged after a long
long day at the office
she walks upstairs
the strong stench of death hangs heavy as she enters the room
what is this
we never had a red carpet.

Baby is gone
coroner says
to a mother with tears in her eyes
shot once in the face
pure mutilation
as point-blank range tends to do.

At the funeral
no wake is held
no coffin kept open
the mortician could not do it
the mortician could not bear to see it
as a little child is lain to rest in the folds of the earth.