The Hit
He ordered a hit on the woman who said
She’d fork over the money when she was dead
He felt very smart as he paid the assassin
For beating her out at her own game of ration
Though the very next day in the morning news
A familiar face disrupted his ruse
For the same woman he’d wanted to gore
Had been killed in a car crash just the night before
He should gave been glad when he saw she was gone
This problem that tormented him for so long
Instead he felt strangely unnerved by her death
Had she even known when she took her last breath?
The hitmen plan murders for months at a time
But their plans can be shot at the flip of a dime
Professional killers, even the top rate
At the end of the day, are still no match for fate
Her death was an instant, a flick of a light
The man thought, she never had a moment to fight
The guilt ate him up for the next several hours
So he sent her poor family a bouquet of flowers