True Crime Poetry

You may have thought the first installment was just a nightmare. I assure you it wasn't I have returned with another installment of True Crime Poetry.

This one is a little more obvious than the first. If it disturbs you, good. It's supposed to. It was disturbing to write. How you're disturbed by it is entirely up to you.

"Tragic Nursery Rhyme"

Five little angels
Sleeping in their bed
Mommy's gonna come
And make you dead

Mommy doesn't know
Right from wrong
So she's gonna wait
'Til Daddy's gone

Five little angels
Sitting in the tub
Mommy's gonna drown you
Glub glub glub

Mommy hears the voices
In her head
That'll be her reason
Why you're dead

Mommy's gonnal call
Nine-one-one
So she can tell the cops
What she's done

Mommy gets sentenced
To life in jail
She's no more use to Daddy
So he just bails

Mommy's lawyer says
Not so fast
The trial may be over
But it won't be the last

The sentence was reversed
On a technicality
A witness for the state
Watched too much TV

This time around
Mommy's found insane
For following the voices
She hears in her brain

She doesn't go to jail
But still gets put away
Daddy says he loves her
But Daddy doesn't stay

Why isn't Daddy
Put away as well?
He's the one who made
Mommy's life hell

©2006 Trench Reynolds. All rights reserved

Trying something new which may disenfranchise most of my readers. I'm calling it True Crime Poetry. This is my first attempt at it...

"Morbid Curiosity"

They found her body in a construction yard
Buried with little or next to no regard
Just a teenage girl
Taken from this world
All for morbid curiosity

She was lured there by trusted confidants
That's why they took her to familiar haunts
A bolt of lead
Passed through her head
All for morbid curiosity

The boys then fled unto the ice and snow
The land where killers claim sanctuary go
However they were caught
One's return was fought
All for morbid curiosity

The anecdote has yet to find an end
The triggerman has tried to blame his friend
A coward's game
Not to take the blame
All for morbid curiosity

©2006 Trench Reynolds. All rights reserved.