Conversations Poem by jerica singleton

Sit, chat with me
As i know you never listen
Of course, my dear
That blank stare into space as you drift away in thoughts of her
I hit a woman with your car today
Of course, you did dear
Your blood stained dress shirt torn from the encounter
Of course, ill get a new one dear
I laugh...amused
As i blab on and on about such
You walk back and forth as you wonder what she's doing
I hit a woman with your car today, left her in the alley by comfort inn
As your debit transcations shows you often appear
Uttered words i couldn't make out, apologies perhaps
Of course, you maybe right dear
My eyes cut low as you've heard not one word i have spoken
Of course, i hear you my dear
Oh, i covered her with your armani dress coat, your business card in the top left pocket
Of course, thats fine dear
You nodd with acceptance as deaf ears dont hear
I left her for dead, beaten and battered
Of course, you did dear
Your deception as left you in a state of rapture...
Knock, knock
Its the police!
Of course, ill get it dear
Mr.Richardson...yes
You're under arrest
You hit a woman with your car today!
Wait...what? !