Drifting lifeless body, floating in this dirty old river,
Looking at her now still body, motionless, without life to shiver,
She must have thrashed about a lot, trying to grasp the muddy bank,
Possibly been held, there's no way her body would have sunk,
She went under a few times, her bloated corpse shows,
That she breathed the foul water, through both her mouth and nose,
It slowly filled her lungs with liquid sewerage, to capacity,
Her body took the shape of someone who ate with voracity.
She gasped for air, trying desperately to prolong her life,
Then back under.
She would relive moments of her life as flashbacks,
Vivid, poignant moments, now considered a death tax,
She would relive her wedding day, many years ago,
Possibly her happiest, the star of the show,
Princess white satin dress, accessories of blue,
Lily of the valley in her hair, wearing diamante shoes,
The reception speeches spoke only of her radiant beauty,
In the words of the song ’she was a real hot patootie’.
She gasped for air, trying desperately to prolong her life,
Then back under.
She must have relived the children's birth, Andrew and Annalee,
No one thought she’d have twins, there were no others in the family,
With Andy and Anna born, that was family done,
The twins changed her from a dutiful wife to focused mom.
But driven to succeed, to be the best she could,
She would resurrect her career, ambitions from childhood.
She trained as a lawyer, like her dad and grandfather
Make them both proud, prove she was a whole lot smarter.
She gasped for air, trying desperately to prolong her life,
Then back under.
She would have relived the memory of her loves,
The latest and the best, no-one was equal to, or above.
He had swept into her life and swept her off her feet,
He helped her understand, make love more replete,
He showed her the heights of lovemaking she desired,
She wasn't sure this was available or could be acquired,
She was so much happier than she had been for a while,
He made her so happy, she learned to laugh, sing, and smile.
She gasped for air, trying desperately to prolong her life,
Then back under.
She needed to escape the mundane, be free at last,
There was no time for mediocre memories of her past,
Forward her future, herself and her one true love,
Everything else was to be carefully disposed of,
She made her exit plan, complex and very detailed,
She covered every eventuality, every nuance nailed,
She set these final plans of hers in motion,
She concluded her business without fuss or commotion.
She gasped for air, trying desperately to prolong her life,
Then back under.
Finances sorted, and her clients finished
Her contact with others was slowly diminished
Children were sent to summer camp, at the lakes
The house was sold without pain or heartaches
All her correspondence was shredded
Nothing required, not the way life was headed
And the day came she would be with him soon
Together, as for any criticism, they were immune
She gasped for air, trying desperately to prolong her life,
Then back under.
She had arrived earlier at the rendezvous,
No sight of him yet, but then he had things to do
But ten miles away her lover was dead
A fatal mugging, he’d been shot in the head
She sat on the bank wiping her tear-stained eyes
Waiting an eternity for him in vain, she now realised.
But she was here, she had waylaid her past, and survived
She needed to move on, alone, to the future she’d contrived
She gasped her last gasp, trying desperately to prolong her life,
Then back under.
Now she was never going to come up alive
Her breath now gone, no one would be able to revive
She now breathed neither water nor breathed any air
Both lovers are now dead, a fatal end of the affair
It's funny how the husband is the last one to know
That his wife’s behaviour has sunk so low
That she has sold his life, his home, his heart,
Even his two children and he, are apart,
She couldn’t just walk away and leave him
With life in tatters, him to be mourning and grieving,
A wife who’s just absconded, now not feigning dead
I can remove my hands from the back of her head.
Her plans were meticulous, she needs to be praised
It took many weeks not just a couple of days
But using her secrecy and my knowledge of her plan
I can take all the money and become a new man
The police have no suspects in the lover’s undoing
They think it’s a mugger so it’s not worth pursuing
And they will never find her in this desolate spot
I’ve weighed her down firmly in the mud, she can rot
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