Have you ever stopped to think
which of your neighbors
is a hit man for a drug cartel?
Ever stopped to think
which of your relatives
is a serial killer?
Wonder sometimes when
my second wife’s three brothers
might show up, armed and stupid,
on my front porch.
Everybody has somebody
would like to kill his ass.
Burn his daughter,
rape his house.
You are safe,
until you are not.
Don’t see my aunt as a homicidal maniac,
but word to the wise
never insult her Lima bean casserole.
Do I make you nervous?