The Deadly Supper

This is a fictional poem.

You said you were making chicken salad but you made crab salad instead.

You tricked me into eating shellfish and in a few minutes I'll be dead.

My life is flashing before my eyes, I'm really scared.

You're going to take my life and that is not fair.

I'm such a fool, I should've known that you would kill me.

You decided to do it because of my life insurance policy.

You'll collect a million dollars after I die, you certainly do love cash.

I should've listened to my mother when she said that you're trash.

You hid the phone to make certain that I can't call 911.

You also hid my medicine, I would kill you if I had a gun!

If you were a decent person, you'd call 911 because I'm really sick.

You decided to kill me with crab when you learned that I'm allergic.

You're laughing hysterically because I'll soon be deceased.

You won't get away with it, you're underestimating the police.

You never loved me, all you cared about was being rich.

You're an inhuman monster and you're also an evil b***h!