I Don'T Buy It
How are you, Olga? It’s been a long time and not a word.
I’m finally getting divorced, the house is for sale.
Once it’s sold it would constitute the last final accord
To our thirty year relationship right after Yale.
Reading “Story of Art” by Gambrich was a delight.
Michelangelo and Raphael lived at the same time.
Imagine? I try not to get into verbal fights
With my wife – walking in the house is walking field of mines.
For the hundredth time I tried returning to my mistress.
I sent her love songs and tried to seduce her.
After a few weeks with no success and just distress
I realized that she wasn’t like she used to be before.
Hmm my sex life… Boring, nothing much or so it seems.
After you I had sex only a handful of times.
On weekends I often wear flannel shirts and simple jeans.
To you, my dear friend, I dedicated just one rhyme.
If I write more I’d play games and take advantage
Of your heart that used to love me months ago.
But if I invite you to shag in Cuba it’ll be a vintage
Gift to you and me. No strings or feelings, so?
Olga loses her precious zen on vacation
After reading “the news” from her former lover.
At least he was clear so was his intention.
– But I don’t buy it. You’re old enough to be my father!
Copyright © Agatha Jetaime | Year Posted 2015
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