Not a Scaffold
They whisper in hush tones
stealing glances askance
furtive and guilty
with their pant and skirt down.
He had walked in
when they were at it
he had built a lot of trust
that snapped phut.
But the snap was not fresh
this was a pretty old crash
for now he grinned ear to ear
and saluted the lucky guy.
And said thanks for sweeping
and the sleeping that I could not afford
here is my new bed
that's is really one,
and not a scaffold.
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