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
