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”