You're married man,
But you don't care.
It's not the
Woman or the
Mermaids that are
Your Romance.
It's dark alleys
and indiscretion
that make you
******.
It sickens me,
though we are
the same,
Except you
Fail to Admit
Who you are.
And your wiriness
Doesn't become
a Married Man.
And death we
Do not part.
Categories:
wiriness, angst,
Form: Free verse