A Deadly Late Night Desire

Once when I didn’t know better

I wrote a letter

To a man on TV

Wearing a fashionable suit, seemed to have a degree

I told him

Explaining my future mortal sin

Displaying a diabolical manipulative grin

He continued to talk

Chit chatting walking the walk

And I started to stalk

The girl across the street

Someone he loved to greet

In the skyscraper cubicle corporate jewel

Secure lifestyle, acting cool

Lounging a top, the roof pool

Loving pictures on the wall

Saying ‘I have it all’

Until that late night comedian made that one call

Pushed me over the edge

Conjured up a devilish pledge

Asked Satan for the power

To kill an innocent flower

Relaxing in the garden

Dreaming of stardom

Returned home

All alone

Took my rabbit ear device

Not being nice

I threw it outside

Where the German Shephard deceptively lied

Four legs and a growl

Boy did he howl

Calling the cable guy

Barking, ‘don’t sell buy’

And the technician he did try

Hooking the contraption up

To entertain all his adorable pups

Now they watch that same nocturnal interview brand

Using a bulldog table nightstand

Inexpensively bought not costing a grand

Now as the midnight hour approaches

I am bound and gagged to the witches’ roaches

While they all sit down there

Quietly stare

Watching my boob tube box

Purchased when I sold enough sox

Tonight’s information feeding

Features the menu blue plate special from newspaper reading

Wondering should I write another letter

To a columnist who may handle my thoughts better

About ending a life

Using a simple dinner steak knife

Found in the draw

Next to the Texas patented chainsaw