Two Bullets

You slut, I found you in the gutter with nothing in the way of money, just needlemarks and drugs and clutter you looked at me and mumbled 'Honey'. I took you in and gave you food drew you a bath and dressed you well at first you seemed a bit subdued but later sprang from your hard shell. You took advantage of my age because you smelled my many riches today I flew into a rage just thinking of the many bitches who tried your sordid game and failed but why, I ask you, why you too? I was the one with whom you sailed around the world to Timbuktu. You told me on the steps of Rome how much you loved me above all, you mentioned that no nicer gnome had been adored by one so tall we made a funny couple, thus one short one tall, but both in love and now, what triggered all this fuss just when I called you my sweet dove? It is not often that this works, where ancient geezers who are rich co-incidentally though jerks they never think there is a glitch. I taped your covert conversation with my own chauffeur, whom I trusted what a tremendous aberration that he is one who's also lusted for your hot body, just like me, but I am a great problem solver if you did think I'd set you free just have a look at this revolver, the caliber is thirty-eight no, do not move, I shall not miss for an escape it is too late, so here you are, take this and this.