John Vern

A story of a man who kills his wife and children

Look at old John that wrinkled man

his jaw and his eyes full of blood and sand

Not too long ago he had a wife he would kiss

but now he is alone and smells of piss

Once he was proud young and free

now he wanders the streets from six to three

They say he called his son Derek

and another one Eric

He slit his wife and children's throats in a fit

with the people it did not sit

Now he is driven mad with guilt

Broken in two

He now stands below you 

a dead man for the people

But once a Visionary Through and through

He was once a writer did you not hear

he wrote of love and comedy and of fear

He glanced at his God forsaken life 

Denying the murder of his Children and Wife

Author's Note

"Please Keep an open Mind