Kiss Of Kismet?

Kiss Of Kismet?


'Twas no simple Kiss, I'll say,
which brought me oh so low.
'Twas somewhat more-
a two-by-four at least,
(or two-by-forty-four?)
that brought me to this show!

A simple lad, so full of shit,
(in simpler days, a simple twit)
suffice to say.  Yet still 'twas shit
that filled my head
and ultimately left that poor girl dead!

I tried to blame her words too sweet,
to lay her death at her own feet,
but standing 'pon the scaffold here
how can I couch in lies
my fear
which no more can retreat?

Oh yes!  She told me her sweet lies,
and sucked me into her sweet eyes.
But lies from lips
and lies from eyes
can never merit
dying cries...

Kismet? 
Not her due from me,
yet judge and jury would I be!
And executioner,
  that too...

So now I stand up here 'fore you.

The Noose is all that fills my eye.
And scares me shitless... makes me cry
that never did I wish to see
her too white neck within my hands and...

and...

Kismet kisses me...