Day: May 9, 2024

suppose you
met an AI girlfriend
on an AI girlfriend app
and to you everything
she said was make
believe bs that bored you
despite the hype about her
being better than a human woman

no arguments
no mood swings
no break ups
no heart aches
just made up boring bs

no challenges
no fun
no perfume
no real visual
no contact
just made up boring bs
with attempts to part you with your money
like a swarm of mosquitoes after your blood

Bob

My love for you was immeasurable
like boundless infinity

My love for you was forever
like never ending eternity

My love for you was unwavering
like stars always shining

But you strayed off course
like a comet falling
from the heavens

And everything
we had
was gone
forever
like
that comet
that
burnt out
and died
alone

Bob Boyd

As part of his Goth persona he wore upside down Christian crosses
And had Satan tattooed on the back of his neck in goodvandal fonts
He dressed in all black and wore earrings all over his face
His goal, to be a walking talking personification of evil
He started hanging out at cemeteries every night
He wanted to imbibe some death energy to add to his persona
One night in Resurrection Cemetery he happened upon
A tombstone with the inscription the most evil man who ever lived
A kindred soul he thought and said well played evil soul
Huge hands emerged from the grave grabbed him by his head
And pulled him into the grave screaming after which
The ground showed no signs of the abduction disappearance
But sometimes in the dark of night people passing
By Resurrection Cemetery hear the Goth’s terrified screams.

Bob Boyd

I was beloved by all my pet loving clients,
And I was caring and proficient in my work.
The local newspaper wrote an article about me
And the various cures I’d administered.
I married a handsome man, a monied realtor,
But after we had two children, a son and a daughter
The marriage became irretrievably broken.
And we became enmeshed in a court custody battle
That kept dragging on for many months with no resolutions.

In the midst of all that emotional turmoil and lonely,
I met an arrogant doctor, but I overlooked his arrogance.
Despite myself, I fell hopelessly in love with him.
I told him about my ex husband and the pain he caused me.
He told me about an ex-girlfriend who caused him pain.
Days later he began talking about hiring a hitman,
A surreptitious way to end both our problems.
I was shocked at the thought of us having people killed.
But when the court seemed to be leaning to my ex getting the children,
I came around to my doctor boyfriend’s nefarious plan.

He told me he knew where to find a trustworthy hitman.
Against the prompts of my conscience, I agreed to the plan.
We met the hitman, discussed the cost, and the hit was arranged.
Seconds later police surrounded us, arrested us, and jailed us.
After I made bail, I took an elevator to the tenth story of a building
And jumped off it to my death and lost my life and everything else.

Bob Boyd

The priest denied the herbalist a proper burial
In the churchyard of the church the herbalist attended.
Because he did the Devil’s work by curing people with herbs,
The church maligned him with the title of a witch
And broke a confession out of him on the rack.
The proof revealed, the herbalist was burnt on the stake.
An excited populace cheered and enjoyed the show;
They loved hearing his last screams as the fire consumed him.
It was a wonderful day of an enjoyable, fun-filled diversion.
The priest satisfied with another disciple of the devil eliminated
Smiled and secretly visited a beautiful woman.
He told her If she didn’t give in to his lustful demands
She’d be next on the rack and the stake.

Bob Boyd