Fair is Fair

he killed ms. sillia's cat
he killed ms. sillia's cat
he killed ms. sillia.

kitty cat, kitty cat, kitty cat
"ms. sillia dear, your kitty cat."
she doesn't answer.

"911, what's your emergency?"
hardly an emergency anymore
i giggled. she's already dead.

her rose cherry blush
her wicked periwinkle touch
she looked wasted again.

peter, her piano student sat
peter, her favorite student sat
peter, cried

because ms. sillia wasn't always good.
ms. sillia, peter tried to hide
ms. sillia was just too lonely

and peter was a boy
who could never play
but ms. sillia was lonely

and to her that made it okay
"she touched me."
"i'm sorry, peter."