A Dead Man

The Neighbor

He was a jolly man 

Not a bad bone in him 

That was until he had been wronged

By someone he considered a friend

Oliver Ranhook, a dastardly man

That lived in his pish-posh mysterious house

His whole life he had tried to be a good man

The only difference was 

Unlike dear old Oliver 

He was successful 

In fact, it was incorrect to say he tried 

He just was 

And then he was wronged 

It unleashed a beast he didn’t know existed 

Twisted and writhing

Every time he saw that man

He would grind his teeth to repress 

The visions that splurged in his head

He would see him on TVs

And magazines, on videos, his name in the

Titles of podcasts

He didn’t deserve his name

His money or even his life

The unnatural violence that flickered in his head

Threatened any humanity he still held

The only thing keeping him there was the thought 

Of his son, shaking his head in dismay 

That kid was always so peaceful and harmless

Wouldn’t harm a fly,

But unfortunately some flies bite 

And this annoying little fly 

Had called him out in screaming at him 

The night we was hit by another car

He had heard whispers about his death

People were talking

A smile creeped onto his lips

Karma is the best medicine is it not?

He had killed his son, inadvertently or not

And so the world had killed him 

He didn’t feel the least bit sorry

Not for him anyway

That old bastard got what he deserved

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He had seen him that day

He could vaguely remember it 

He and him argument over something 

Maybe the lawn, it was always something minuscule 

To distract from the real reason 

He was blamed for the death of his son

And rightfully so, it was his fault

Him and the neighbor used to be friends

Or that’s what the neighbor thought

And his son had needed a job 

That incompetent fool