(Who is Harris Burdick?) Mr. Crowley

An old man who worked daily, Whose name was Mr. Crowley. He lived a happy life and was getting promoted soon, He took his break for it was half past noon. Then his boss came and said, "If you work anymore, you'll end up dead." "So please sir accept to retire." "So I don't have to fire." Mr. Crowley responded with anger and quit, Like a child he threw a fit. He pushed his boss and on he fell, As Mr. Crowley felt his soul go to hell. He had to get rid of the body but his house was to far, Then he drove and on it went to the back of his car. He went over to a store to get some supplies, Remembering from TV what to do when someone dies. Consuming the car in gasoline, Burning it with a smell so obscene. He walked home that day, Which was once so beautiful now worn and grey. He was home on his chair he sat, Guilt consuming him like a creeping rat. Then a knock at the door, With a creak in the floor. He walked up to see the devil himself Lucifer, In the form of a police officer. He opened the door for the young man asking "How may I help you?" The young man responded "Your boss went missing and reports say there was a fight between you two." The old man responded "No it was something so trivial and I made a big deal.", "He was going to give me my promotion but needed a seal." "But I declined and that made him mad.", "Then I saw he was going to something bad." The cop was annoyed and said "Sorry to be of trouble." "But I have work to do and a investigation on the double." Mr. Crowley closed the door and back in his chair, Then another creak that gave him a scare. A noise in his basement, Screaming his mind to resent. But he picked up his chair and it got closer, He realized he wasn't the best disposer. There stood the burnt body of the man he killed, He then got a sheet and covered the beast so he could hit it until he was fulfilled. The heads insides like a piñata at first glance, Stomping at it as the body would advance. Then he screamed and his voice was heard, A couple moments later the police officer ran in without a word. To see the old man screaming "I did it, I did it! I killed him dead!" Aching because he could hear the mans heart beat in his head. With ones guilt we will never part, As told from the story of a tall tale heart.