It all started long ago,
when I was just a teen.
My sister came home crying.
I had to intervene.
I shoved a minor in a well.
She drowned deep in the hole.
The teacher for the play at school
gave Sis the princess role.
Another day, my aunt complained
of crap upon her lawn.
The neighbor and his pooping mutt
weren't missed once they were gone.
My brother liked this pretty girl,
I think her name was Kim.
Once they found her boyfriend dead,
she went to prom with him.
My mother loved the county fair.
She entered all her pies.
With competition oddly scarce,
she'd always take first prize.
My dad's promotion robbed away.
His rival simply laughed,
until misfortune cast him down
the elevator shaft.
My uncle joins these prompts on here
but seldom does he win.
I'd think it wise for that to change
or should I kill again?
I'm sure that some would say it's wrong,
it seems a little bold.
But secretly I often share
and show my heart of gold.
All my family and my friends,
they profit from thereof.
I've never killed for fame or cash...
I murder out of love.
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| Writing Prompt |
Write a rhyming poem about a hit man with a heart of gold. |
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