Alibi (Because I'm a Perfectionist)

Pay no attention...

I made sure

It was me

Who put the bullet

In you

 

(It was

A pleasure

I’ll never forget)

 

I made sure

It was my face

That was the last

Thing you saw

 

(Just so I

Could see the look

On your face)

 

I made sure

You knew

Who it was who sent

You to Hell

 

(Because I didn’t

Plan on taking any

Credit on earth)

 

 

But I made sure

I had an

Alibi

 

(I’m a

Perfectionist

You see)

Reviews

[Chirpy!]

this is a great poem, espcially after reading Agatha Cristie books!