The Murder Train
I never road the Murder Train before.
Now, rushing toward my deadly destination,
I find that destiny can be a bore
Even when bound for wild assassination.
Since I am sure that you’ll be at the station
Waiting for me to do what I must do,
Waiting for ultimate decapitation,
I find no thrill or mystery in you.
You are a chore. I should have known. The clue
Was always audible in all your lies.
You are the sort to go extinct on cue.
In growing witless, you have proven wise.
In offering no fight to make me care, you
Have pretty much compelled my hand to spare you.