Killing with Kindness
To kill with kindness, as I often try,
Has failed to make intended victims die.
Despite the lovely words I write and say,
Those clowns refuse to promptly pass away.
I let them pet my dog and kiss my wife,
Which also fails to end a single life.
I give them lobster, whiskey, steak, and bread
But never get to see them cold and dead.
This kindly guest and even kinder host
Has failed to make a pallid corpse or ghost.
To send their souls to rot in burning Hell,
Perhaps I’ll need to treat them twice as well.
Paul Burgess lives in Lexington, Kentucky. He is the sole proprietor of a business that offers ESL, translation, and interpretation services. He speaks several languages fluently and enjoys engaging with the cultures and intellectual histories of many nations. When not writing strange poems, he enjoys playing guitar, reading, and hiking. His poems have appeared in Blue Unicorn, The Orchards, Parody, Lighten Up Online, and other poetry publications.