His looks – stunning – dashing,
his muscles defined, eyes serene,
his demeanor confident – he’s smart…
undeniably charismatic.
Young woman’s hearts thump
thinking of him.
They’ve come for a glimpse.
For a moment of enchantment.
He’s a rock star who
made the big time strumming
a handgun and capturing female hearts.
Women will wonder
if he got their letter
laced with perfume?
The stage is set,
any minute now.
Court house guards stand stoic
but bewildered.
The hall is narrow and cramped
with attractive female supporters.
Suddenly and as fast as
a speeding bullet, he appears
and disappears.
Luigi! Luigi! They yell,
as the rock star enters the stage of
preliminary hearings.
At trial, his video will be shown
on a screen.
His face will be hidden by a hoodie,
his purpose undeniable
as he deletes this human target…
this demonic accomplice of greed
from life.
But the women
will overlook the pain of the victim
and his family.
They’ll overlook his fatal wounds.
They’ll ignore the blood
that flooded the sidewalk
and the sheet over his lifeless body.
Their morals will be forgotten.
Their brave hero performer
is too cute, too confident and too driven.
He’s everything they’ve ever dreamed of.
His role is too important in their fantasy life.
The evidence is now too overwhelming.
Young modern women
are out of their minds.
it is American culture to glorify murderers and the good looking look at Ted Bundy the same response was given to him they are treated as stars so why not murder?
It’s totally bizarre to me, crimsin. Thanks for the comment.
I don’t understand it either. Surely we can be a little more discerning than famous (or infamous) and attractive.
Agreed Green. Thanks for the comment.
It’s not the cover that shows a good tale: it’s the way it makes the reader feel when he/she both puts down the book and – whether or not the contents are remembered
A best seller is not necessarily everyone’s choice!
Thanks for the comment, emma. 🙂