POE’S ROOMMATE TELLS ALL

I am not at all

Concerned

If you think

I am mad

In contrast

I find it Rather amusing

Seriously

Like you

The Reader

Would somehow

Qualify as

An Expert

Or authority

To Diagnosis

My mental

Well Being

I am only

Writing this

Which I will call

The unabridged version

Of “The Tell Tale Heart”

To set the matter straight

You see a few years ago

I was sharing a room

At the institution

With quite an

Annoying writer

Named Edgar

One uneventful night

I was sitting on
My bunk
Listening to
Edgar
Who apparently
Was having
A psychotic
Episode
By
Trying to mimic
A bird
Squawking
The words
“Nevermore”,
as he vigorously
scribbled ink
upon his desk.

To shut him up
I proceeded
To tell him
The crime
I was convicted
of,
concerning
The old man

Much to my dismay
The “Father Of Horror”
Later
Took it upon himself
To plagiarize the
Tale ( writing in 1st person)
Distort the events
And unfairly portray
Me as a Mad Man
With a conscience

For the record
I am neither mad
Nor do I have
A conscience.
Just a “Law Abiding Citizen”
Who got tired of having
To live with a dude
With a “Vulture eye “

It is not like
I did not forewarn
The geezer.

On numerous
Occasions
I told him
To cover
That shit up
With some Raybans
Or a patch
But
The bastard did not
Listen
so I bashed his
Head in

Dismembered
him
and placed
the pieces of
his body
under the planks
of my floor.

As far as the sound of the
beating heart
goes…..
It turns out
The Old Man’s
Amazon Alexa
was sarcastically
playing
Hilary Duff’s
“Beat of My Heart”
in the background
to set “the mood”……

I informed the
“piece of Tin”
to knock that crap
off or meet
the same demise
as her Master….

Quite surprisingly
In a fearful breath
She complied……

Today As fate would have it
I am being released.

To appease my
“Tell Tale Heart
and New found conscience”
I will be looking up
an old dear friend
who I was told
can be seen
staggering along
the cobble streets
of Baltimore

It is then I will
silence forever
the “squawks of Nevermore”