I was in a marriage with an abusive lout
He’d come home from taverns and
Beat the hell out of a black and blue me
When he slammed my head against
The bedroom wall and nearly killed me
I decided I had to stop his constant abuse
I couldn’t leave him. I had no place to go
And in my time, divorce was shameful
So as was the custom of the day with
Some unhappy and dissatisfied wives
I found my perfect solution in arsenic
I snuck it in that mean bastard’s ale
And I’m ashamed to say that I
Took great pleasure in his death
The score settled, justice done
I got away with killing him
And lived the rest of my life in peace
But now that I’m dead for centuries
I roam the earth endlessly, a fearful ghost
I dare not float into that tunnel of Light and
Surely be exiled to that horrifying place
As a murderess in afterlife disgrace
Burning forever in the fires of hell

Bob Boyd