"Dear Murder-Gods...
by Finchi McQueen

"Boy Oh Boy, would I love to find...
My methhead neighbors shot dead in the spine...

the yelling and noises and slamming of doors..
Let someone break in and find chunks on the floor.

Their headless dead bodies alone in the street..
For stray dogs to chew for nutritional meat.

Murder-God, could you bless me as they REFUSE to break up...
I'd rather their pieces are found in their truck...

so everyone knows and their parents can weep..
And then I can finally get some good sleep.

💋💋a poem)