REDRUM She Wrote . . .

“Red Mami Chula in the Early Morning Light”
Self Portrait by Angelique

There are several reasons why I don’t keep loaded weapons in the house.
One reason is that I’m a convicted felon. . .
Two, I’m favorably prone to violence when provoked.
I can’t trust that a persons untimely departure would be solely attributed to my *ahem* “self defense” - Rather, I busted a cap in that ass cuz it felt soooooo damn appropriate.
And now you’re a dead motherfucker. . .
My wrath is your EXIT stage left, bitch .
ENTER rigor mortis, stage right.
Unbridled anger beckons me to sashay down the runway & deliver one solid kick to your rigid - lifeless - body, strictly for the sake of poots & giggles.
This somewhat spontaneous event is sponsored by your ignorance of my ‘gangsta’.
Nevertheless, it got me hummin’ show tunes from the musical “Chicago” & wishing I was wearing my custom made, size 11, tap shoes.
STEP-FLAP-SLAP-STAMP-JUMP-TOE -HEEL-DROP-CRAMP ROLL- SHUFFLE
“Jazz Hands & Hot Lead ” would be the name of my routine.
Doesn’t that sound lovely?
I’d break a out a dance combination so crisp, you’d think the spirit of Sammy “Mr.Bojangles” Davis Jr. was speaking through me. ” Sha boing, boing! “
Oops . . . almost forgot, you can’t think . . .not in your condition.
However, judging by the mortified expression on your once smug lookin’ face, your dying thoughts have been communicated effectively .
The horror, locked into your glassy eyeballs is annoying me . . .
Why were you so surprised? I gave you fair warning.
*singing* Didn’t I blow your mind this time, didn’t I ?
I’ll do us both a favor and gently brush your eyelids closed with my free hand; my other five fingers still have a kung-fu grip your downfall.
And now I’m feelin’ indifferent and bitter.
What a waste of life.
Got me shaking my head & speaking aloud . . .

” Look at this fool, still sleeping on the Saucy Dame.”

I piss glitter & venom. What chu thought?