Watch out!
Take heed!
Be vigilant.
Be careful.
Avoid
Dangerous
Places.
It’s risky,
This living.
And someone
Is after you.
You don’t
Know his
Name but
He knows
You.
And he
Never fails
When he
Makes
His kill.
He’s already
Planned the
Day and the
Hour he’s
Coming for
You.
Here’s a hint.
His first name
Is Grim.
Bob Boyd
A mother and daughter killed by a falling tree in a park.
An elderly woman falls on her bathroom floor and dies.
A truck smashes into a driving instructor, and he dies in the ER.
A young woman gets pushed in front of a subway in NYC and is killed instantly.
A girl falls off a rambunctious, whining horse and loses her young life.
A random bullet in a driveby kills a little boy.
An iron worker falls off a tall building and is splattered to death on the concrete street.
A teenage football player dies of a heart attack after a game.
An old man taking a stroll in a big city is murdered by a knockout punch by a young thug.
Random deaths everyday everywhere. What’s the point of it all? Are those condoned by the powers that be – or are they just random events in an unpredictable, uncaring world?
Bob Boyd
The stars aren’t shining quite as bright tonight
For the irreplaceable Judy Smith has died.
Unknown to the world, known only to friends and family
A beacon of love to those who knew her.
Compassionate, kind and giving,
Noble, principled and inspiring,
She left a wonderful, quiet legacy in this world,
Unmatched by the well knowns and the attention seekers
Farewell Judy Smith. Heaven is lucky to have you.
Bob Boyd
She shows off her body on porn sites
And feels not a bit of guilt about it.
Makes loads of money paid by fools
And feels no shame about it.
The money is more important
Than her nonexistent morals,
Her soiled reputation.
She even brazenly brags
About all the money she makes
Revealing her intimate parts.
Maybe one day she’ll regret
How she cheapened herself.
But she loves the money,
And all the things she can buy
Way too much for any guilt
About how she has
Compromised herself.
Bob Boyd
Norma never needed a man.
Her career was more important,
And a man would get in the way
Of her climb up the corporate ladder,
Of her shattering the glass ceiling.
Many men asked her out
But her career was more important.
She attained an executive position,
Made a handsome six figure income.
At age fifty she began wanting a man
And bemoaned what she missed,
A family, a house, and children.
But men no longer desired her,
And they no longer asked her out.
Bob Boyd
Fireflies in summer nights
Flashing your mating lights
Like others in this creation
You seem to exist to mate
Solely to mass procreate
Probably you mate for life
Unlike more complicated
Human men and women
Many of whom separate
After they procreate
Their mating lights
Extinguished
Bob Boyd
He never wanted a common life.
He wanted to be noticed.
He wanted to be different.
He had work done on his face
To make him look like a demon.
He got more attention than he wanted
When he frightened a crazy man
Who saw him one foggy night
On a New York City street
The crazy man thought he was a demon
He yelled, “Get behind me Satan!”
He pulled out a knife and stabbed him
To death to send the demon back to hell.
Bob Boyd
She liked what he called the high life,
Designer clothes, overpriced restaurants, gourmet food.
He liked what she called the low life,
Low-cost clothes, fast food abominations, lackluster food.
She said with all the money you make with your auto dealership
Why can’t we have a fuller, richer life enjoying the finer things?
He said it’s best to live beneath your means;
You never know when a financial tragedy could strike.
She said but we have plenty of money in the stock market
As a buffer in case you’re so called financial tragedy strikes.
But that was right before the Great Depression
When all their stocks and the dealership were obliterated.
And she left him for a higher life with finer things
With an obscenely rich, dotty old man close to the grave
And inherited all his wealth when he finally died.
She spent it on a lavish lifestyle and a gaggle of gigolos
Until she became a lonely old lady when the money
And the gaggle of gigolo leeches were gone.
She spent her final penniless years in tearful distress,
Alone, depressed, and trapped in a destitute low life till she died.
Bob Boyd
She labors everyday at the can factory
Boring repetitive mind-numbing work
She daydreams of going to college
But there is no money and
She didn’t have the grades
Or the athletic ability
To get a scholarship
She feels her life is going nowhere
And daydreams of a romantic prince
Like the ones she reads about
In all those romantic books
To resurrect her love and her life
But she’s too emotionally damaged
And chronically heartbroken
From failed romances
From less than princely men
To ever try to find love again
Bob Boyd
She liked her peace
She liked her quiet
But she longed for love
She went to a bar
Seeking a prince
Instead she found
A drunken lush
Who destroyed
Her peace
And her quiet
But she stays
With him
Endures the chaos
And the racket
Because
Even after
Six miserable and
Tempestuous years
She stills thinks she
Can change him
Like changing
A gobbling turkey into
Into a screaming eagle
Bob Boyd