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The Heat of the Day
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Homicidal Heat
The sweat, it drips down, but I pay it no mind, I’ve more work that needs finishing today,
A car to clean out, a floor to mop up, a few ex-friends I need to betray.
Three easy woman and one randy man, their actions attest to their sins,
But the one most at fault, the one whom I loved,
played me like a damn violin.
He promised himself when he promised me love, neither promise he bothered to keep,
I promised him death if he cheated again; a consequence he now gets to reap.
So I schemed and I toiled, and I made my move count, I struck in the heat of the day.
Now I clean up and buck up and finish the job, before the real monsters come out to play.
Another trickle of sweat as the sun beats down hard, but I relish the heat that it brings,
He called me a frigid bitch, his very last words, now with the heat I’m only one of those things.
I put on some Reba as I get down to work, those Georgia women doing it right,
Killing and hiding what will never be found, feeling sad but never contrite.
All those true crimes and podcasts and mystery books paid off, I now know how to cover my tracks.
My alibi’s solid, my witnesses paid off, with lies I have turned into facts.
He thought he was sneaky, he thought he was slick, he thought he would get it past me,
His arrogance was his downfall, I’m no simpering bride, I’m a warrior with a sharp machete.
As the sun finally sinks, and the orange skies prevail, I finish; the job’s now complete.
Time to move on to others who should have known better, they should have been way more discreet.
But they flaunted their prowess, they cared not for me, nor the principles of marriage and vows,
Now they’ll pay just like he did, they’ll get the same fate, and revenge will be my new loyal spouse.
So more planning, more scheming, more vengeful daydreaming, more holes that will need to be dug,
Then they’ll all know I won’t kowtow, I’m no doormat wife, if cheaters are kindle then I’m the spark plug.
So bring your best lineup, my remorse has all dried up, in this blistering, homicidal heat,
His friends are all fair game, when it’s time I will proclaim, and my sweet vengeance will then be complete.
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