The Gig Is Up
The gig is up, his fine wife said
I know you've been cheating on me
My feelings may not matter to you
but I shall not a laughingstock be
So here are your things, all of your stuff
You're never to come here again
For if you do, the new pit-bull in back
will escort you to his private dungeon
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2023
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