When a man came at me with a knife,
I was forced to shoot and take his life.
It was self defense but I was still horrified by what I had done.
I would be dead and buried if I hadn’t been carrying my gun.
But he said something right before he died.
After he said it, I was even more horrified.
He told me that my wife put him up to it.
She tried to have me killed but she blew it.
I found out why that she was able to convince that man to try to murder me.
She was going to share the cash when she cashed in my life insurance policy.
She put him up to it but it was something I couldn’t prove.
I divorced that witch after I packed my bags and moved.
She would’ve been on easy street if she had succeeded with her crime.
But she failed and because of the prenup, she didn’t receive one dime.
This is a fictional poem.