Taking away everything that matters

My muse killed your muse with a large axe and a cackle.
You didn't really seem to mind the lack of inspiration
or even the smell as the little bitch rotted
into the once pristine red oak finished woodwork.

I said," Fuck that shit,
let's go bellyflop in a fat vat of bad red wine
and suck down some soft shelled crabs."

You rolled your eyes, and glanced back at her corpse
I winked at my bloodsoaked love-monkey
and told him, "Good job.

Good job man."