altercation

-I'm pregnant.

that's great.

-why aren't you happy?

bitch I know me

ain't that child's father.

at a loss for words, eh?

-oh darling, a woman

can never be satisfied

with the size of your

impotent, premature cock.

-it doesn't hurt when I give

a blowjob or when you do anal

but you just cum too soon

and too less.

slap her across the face

kicks me in the ribs

one of her karate chops

halts just barely in front

of my neck's clavicle.

-want me to call you an

ambulance, Daddy?

-your obese belly, unshaved

pubic hair, conical tits,

they all Disgust me.

push her

grind her stomach by

punching with all the might

the fists of a miserable

shackjob can muster.

she coughs up blood

and I watch her asphyxiate

on vomit.

take a fountain pen and ram the nib

into her misty, jade-green eyes.

poised between this world and the next

wonder whether I should call him

and say

"hey, dude. your girl's dead.

guess what, it's the 1st of April!"