Gold Digging Bitch
Walking on the wharf, I spotted her.
She was reaching for what wasn’t hers.
She was headed for pier thirty four.
There was the yacht, tied up as before.
She went on board & then below deck.
The yacht wasn’t hers but, what the heck.
She was looking for the yacht’s owner.
She wanted to know why he hadn’t phoned her.
She was just a gold digger at best.
She was no better than all of the rest.
The man was married with children.
It didn’t matter since she would kill him.
She would over dose him on heroin.
She didn’t want to take care of him.
She would dump the body way out at sea.
Then she would say “He meant nothing to me.”
I had a feeling she was up to no good.
I followed her, just like I should.
I had dealt with her kind before.
I knew it before she went in the door.
I over powered her as he lie dying.
Turned her into police. She didn’t try lying.
Now she is serving time for her crime.
His family, without him, spends much time crying.
I shake my head at what she has done.
I’m just so glad I wasn’t the one. ————–R. W. Johnson—–(2014)