Drip

  The endless drip drip of the leak in my ceiling was driving me insane.   It had been three months, it was still not fixed, and every time I called my landlord, he repeated the same refrain.   "I can't come today! I am busy! I will come next week! Don't worry, it's fine."   But when he felt like he needed money, he threatened me. Even if I was well on time.     One evening, I remember it so clearly. I decided that enough was enough. This needed to end.   I would tell him that "I will keep my money until he finally fixes it", and in an instant that strongly worded message was send.   He took the bait, I dripped some poison onto my chef's knife, and waited for a word from the lamb to be.   He replied, saying that he would fix it next morning. Yes, soon all us tenants would be free.     The morning arrived, skies like ash, the hour early.   The pig waddled up the stairs, took a turn, and without knocking into my home he came.   I welcomed him, offered him a drink, and showed him the spot.     His back was turned to me. I struck, my blade like a viper's fang, it screamed for mercy.   I continued, I slashed and I slashed until the blood began to drip. I meant to kill, but never to maim.   The policeman was called. He ran up the stairs, saw me standing over the beast, and shot.