To kill another, on the other hand? That's fatalistic.
While often bored with board games (though Parcheesi I’ve not tried),
I murder’d Colonel Mustard -- and was tried for Clueicide.
Insisting I’d not slit my wrists, committing suicide,
I massacred the March King -- and was tried for Sousacide.
Though I, like you, revere the gnu (I poachers can’t abide),
still, wildebeests I’ve wasted -- and been tried for gnuicide. * * * * *
While claiming I’d not slay the wife – how could I harm my bride? --
I poison’d her pastrami -- and was tried for shrewicide.
While noting I’d no Kigmie kill (“So cute! So cute!” I’d cried),
I snuff'd a pair and, then and there, was tried for shmooicide.
A female Doctor? (Some have mock'd her maiden TARDIS ride.)
But, no: not me! I'll not, you see, be tried for Whoicide.
While mouthing, “Me? Dispatch a flea? Such cavil hurts my pride,”
I crucified a zooful -- and was tried for zooicide.But, no: not me! I'll not, you see, be tried for Whoicide.
While mouthing, “Me? Dispatch a flea? Such cavil hurts my pride,”
* * * * *
Berating gender bias, I felt uber-qualified
While cleaning out the septic tank, well-arm'd with fungicide,
I brain’d each bac I bared there -- and was tried for sewercide.
Insisting, “I’m pro-Indian…” (whatever that implied),
I scalp’d Black Elk and Red Cloud -- and was tried for Siouxicide.** N.B.: I was not tried for croaking Crow King.
Moi? Contemplate self-murder? Nah! I’m still
too "nah"cissistic.
To shoot or smother some poor other? That's (I've learn'd) linguistic.
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