The New Laura

Laura no longer thrilled him
Her slowly nagging him to death
For being loaded 'round the clock
She can't seem to comprehend
A man has his needs
A woman who will serve him well
Dinner hot when he gets home
A lover who doesn't lie there
Stoic until he finally comes
Laura, he decides, seems better dead
The pillow pressed hard to her face
Before he dumps her on the bedroom floor
Staring as he just slips out the door

He finds closure as he starts the car
Then heads down to the local dive
Just keep the Cuervo coming
The blurred hottie on an adjacent stool
Breaths "Laura" when he asks her name
He just can't believe his ears
But feels the gun barrel on his balls
She fires and watches him convulse
And says "You should have checked my pulse..."

Art by Richard Crouse