He wants to know
Exactly what I said to her,
His indignation spilling over
Into this late night call,
Where he is, I can’t say,
Only clearly out of earshot
From the girl he means,
Too scared to even
Mention her name,
Especially at home
Where is wife might
Get suspicious,
Licking his lips
Again and again
As he had that day in the park
“What exactly did you say to her?”
I’m a mean man,
And jealous,
Knowing to admit to her
That he and I talked
Was like throwing
A cherry bomb
Into a pond
Full of goldfish
Something was bound
To go belly up
And did,
Knowing how betrayed
She would feel,
Betrayed by me
Her mortal enemy,
But more by him
Her shinning knight,
Her rage echoed
In his voice,
She knowing I had
Orchestrated it all,
A real Bennedict Arnold,
Lighting a fuse
I could not unlight,
As we all
Go belly up
.
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