He was only average looking
But incredibly charming.
He told her amazing stories
About all the things he’d done.
After she married him, she
Realized he was a consummate liar
And wondered where he went on
Those nights when he wasn’t with her.
As she got to know him better, she
Saw he was shallow and unfeeling,
But she never expected that he was the
Glendale Road Serial Killer, she’d
Read about in the news.
She wondered why had she been
Yoked to such an evil monster
And divorced him after the conviction
And shed not a tear when he
Was put to death for the horrific
Murders of seventeen women.
Bob Boyd
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Author: BobBoyd
Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-)
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