Infidelity - Poem by Morgan Michaels
The days passed in cavalcade
And passed like elephant's en parade,
First, last and in-between.
Macy couldn't bear cheating.
So, nights when Tru (his real name) came home late
If, on innocently searching his pockets, next morning
She found a condom, still packaged-up fresh,
She was gnawed by the direst despair.
She couldn't eat, she couldn't shop, she couldn't sleep
Except nights when she woke and sleep-walked to the 'fridge-
After which she could sleep. Some.
Else she lay awake, hearing Tru's easy breathing
How could he sleep so peacefully like that
After she'd cried and scolded him ungently?
But mornings, he woke up chipper and full of bounce
And when she started in fiercely on him, again
Said he intended to turn Muslim but not just yet
He was in all other respects, a perfect gentleman
And probably would make a good father, ha!
Worst of all, the sex was (ola!) great!
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