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In the Mirror

Now this is betrayal at the highest,
I’ll explain the situation without sounding bias.
We've…., looked at each other for as long as I can remember,
Seen each other's nakedness, even commenting on our, member.
Spoken words of encouragement from January to December,
Brainstormed and comforting each other, through all emotional weather

There’s nothing we’ve done without making our day,
Even when things weren’t going our way
We’ve done things in secret, sexually which was insane
And looked without feeling dirty to only do it again and again
Everything was perfect, so clear and so plain

Then, the lies, deceit, so subtle I didn’t know it at first
The untruths told, twisted, unthinkably perverse
Just before I got married, he said “Sid you got this,”
“She’s the one, marry her, you felt it from that first kiss 
“This isn’t pretend, its love, happiness, it’s bliss.

Ten years after all he told me was a lie,
She’s been a pain up the ass and for what reason I still don’t know why
A nag, a horror she’s going to kill me, I’m suffocating I’m going to die. 
So, I cancelled that contract and said goodbye

Yet still he lies “Sid you got this,”
“You better alone, she’s nothing to miss.”
Lie after lie, after lie, after lie.
His empty reassurances sound hopeless and dry, 
Loneliness a comfort-less friend when I cry.

I tired of him, seeing him, listening to him,
My good young friend with hair and so slim
Is now a bald old lying dick that cry out for the gym
His now enthusiastic, energetic, filled with promise pep talks,
Just make me either, play games on the computer, watch TV or go for long walks
So, I decided to get rid of him and risk 7 years bad luck
Than to see that lying, toothless, sad fat Yuck
Yes, it's murder but he had it coming, and it was my choice
Now how do I get out of my head that idiots voice.

Copyright © Sidney Hall Mad Poet | Year Posted 2022

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