The Confession - 3/13

A week long vacation from work,
   (I told them that I was unwell -
   The truth was too grisly to tell.)
"Yes, hello? Yes, I've gone berserk,
   And murdered someone as well.
   No, I just lost my marbles a spell,
To be honest, the guy was a jerk."

I know how that lie would go over,
   So I made up a lie on the spot;
   I couldn't explain that we fought,
Or the feelings taking me over.
   I tried to relax with some pot --
But no rabbit's foot or 4-clover
Made me less afraid to get caught.

I wanted to have a long shower,
   But I couldn't get out of the coat --
   It tightened round my arms and throat,
My expression a horrified glower,
   I uttered a bleat, like a goat --
Till finally, I gave up my power,
   And let my colleague steer the boat.

I drank until well past exhausted,
   Then sunk into my chair for a nap;
   My empty glass perched in my lap,
My will and resolve now accosted,
   I knew I was caught in a trap --
The jacket that I had adopted
   Made an offer I couldn't refuse.

I awoke, my head throbbing, face ruddy,
   To find myself wandering the park;
  I must've sleepwalked in the dark
(My shoes were untied, and all muddy) --
The violence before me was stark:
I'd left someone gutted and bloody;
Torn her apart like a shark.

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