Two years,
Eight months,
Nine days,
Eleven Hours,
Sixteen minutes,
Thirty-one seconds,
and point 3353 milli-seconds
I have waited.

You live your life every-day like a goody two shoes,
like you never did no harm.
But every little phrase every minute word.
Built a solid foundation for my ultimate reply.

You expect a smooth day like always coming home from work.
Expecting an empty house,
A nice long shower and a nites worth of sleep.

You walk in with the biggest fattest smile on your face
I cannot wait to see that shit faced expression as I become the only thing
in your field of vision.

Wallet thrown on the table keys on the couch.
I see your every move,
I'm right here in your house.

Into the bathroom
Letting the water get warm in the shower.
Unfortunately as you urinate.
Another thing for me to hate.
You swing open the pantry,
from which I stand.
Stumbling backwards into the tub.
From there I grasp your neck into my hand.
Injecting herion while whispering in a delighted tone...
"I told you so."

You mumble on and on for awhile as we watch a movie on your big screen
television.
I got you so doped up you seem to have forgotten what you've done to
me.
But I have not...
I shoot you up with too much more
ha ha ha oops

I watch you fall to the floor shaking with a seizure.
Your hate in me is no more as your eyes role back and your squirm gone for
sure.

I grab your keys and take your wallet then stride to the door.
Your dinner's in the oven. I left it on with a gas leak.
As I start your car I look in the rearview and notice I've got the
meanest grin from ear to ear.
I win and you lose.

Pulling out of your driveway ever so calm.
Because with your death I have flushed all my rage down the toilet.
The time bomb has ticked its last tock.

Getting down the road I hear an explosion defying the very heavens in its
volume and depth.
Must have been that oven.

Getting on the freeway sirens are wailing and three fire trucks zip by.
Then five cruisers.
One ambulance.
Only when they arrive to find an overdosed addict who left his dinner in the
oven.

I hope it doesn't look like arson.
I only spent all that time planning this out.
But who the hell cares I'm finally realieved of your burden.

My life now is much better
knowing your place does not exist on this planet.

I'll mark this day on my calender years from now with your name
highlighted with deadline.
 
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