The Truth Hurts
You’d cheated in the past, I'd felt so lost and alone
so I’m curious when you go outside to use your phone
Then you won’t let that darn mobile out of your sight
fallacious rows ensue; just where were you last night?
You say that you were working, you’re a jobbing builder
yet this extra work now gives me cause to bewilder
Then you tantalize me; say you’re telling the truth
and that you’re no longer bedding that floozy Ruth
I ask to see your phone, needing indisputable proof
that your affair’s really over between you and Ruth
You head for the door, and just turn your back on me
your continued infidelity is crystal clear for me to see
Next thing I know you begin packing your suitcase
say you’ll stay with a pal, that you need some space
The red mist comes down; I grab a long kitchen knife
plunge it deep into your chest, thereby ending your life
A vortex of scarlet blood splatters onto the kitchen floor
I eviscerate your body; as a surgeon I’ve done this before
Later I scroll through your call logs, to my shock and surprise
there's no calls to other women, you'd not been telling me lies!
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Words used Fallacious, Eviscerate, Curious, Bewilder, Plunge,Tantalize Vortex, Scarlet
6/21/18
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