THE BEDSIT SURPRISE
Anthony Robottom
A callous reproach, I was told.
A black and heartless deed, it was said.
Whilst he lies thrown, cast down against
His living room wall.
He sleeps in his room, once more.
But not in his bed, any more.
He lies fallen close by, as if
Collapsing in stupour, he missed and hit the floor.
And I can't get over it,
There's that look of surprise
In his eyes.
As if he'd never expected, a gunman
To blow him away,
For the trouble of his watch and VCR.