She said it
Almost word for word,
Perhaps coached by her mentor,
Stay away,
Don’t go near her,
Unless summoned
By some higher authority,
(meaning him)
An echo
That rings of conspiracy,
Making me the aftermath
Of a some long laid out plan,
How to keep me quite
How not to ruin
Either of their lives,
When I know nothing,
Just inuendo
Hinting she shares more with him
Than just his bed
A coverup
Nixon might be proud of,
Leaving me to play both
Woodward and Bernstein
All of us having too much to lose
If I do,
Our lives balanced
On the edge of a pin
Almost pointless,
As Love
His, mine, hers
Only getting in the way..
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