Sense Sonnet - Chiller

Nothing Personal

A neighbor killed the boss's son.
The cops ruled it an accident.
But still something had to be done.
A message needed to be sent.
The neighbor knew who my Boss was.
Seemed like he would have run away.
Maybe he thought somehow the fuzz
Would protect his ass night and day.
Well, one day after he left work,
I grabbed his ass and shot him dead,
Dissolved him in an acid murk.
He just got in over his head.

The neighbor killed the Boss's son.
So killing him had to be done.