Dear Mrs. Touma

Dear Mrs. Touma
I walked upstairs into the kitchen
Saw a piece of birthday cake
And I heard my mother crying
“Dressed in his black raincoat
“Black hat lying on the yellow line
“He was run down”
Your son was taken

And he spoke so often
With belief
With conviction
Never with
Righteousness
Of the day he’d go to heaven
And I will believe

If only for his sake
In father, son, and holy ghost
In whom he was so certain
That he’d turn the other cheek to those
Who teased and hurt him

Leo is dead
It’s not the end of the world
Sometimes I wish it was
I wouldn’t wish it on anyone
Leo is dead
It’s not the end of my world
Sometimes I wish it was
Sometimes I wish it was

The man across the street
As he expresses sympathy
The fat, aging hypocrite
Spit into his face with me

“When you heard he was gone
“You couldn’t wait to be the first to seem concerned
“Did you think we’d never learn?”

You were lying to us
You laughed at him
You threw upon him your own vices
You lied to us about everything
You lied about your barfly conquests
Dying your hair to hide the grey
You’re masturbating bitterly on your front porch -
While the wife’s away

Leo is dead
It’s not the end of the world
Sometimes I wish it was
I wouldn’t wish it on anyone
Leo is dead
It’s not the end of my world
Sometimes I wish it was
Sometimes I wish it was
Leo is dead
It’s not the end of my world
Sometimes I wish it was
I wouldn’t wish it on anyone
Leo is dead
It’s not the end of my world
Sometimes I wish it was