What does the Small Man know
That I don’t, pulling me aside
In public, to whisper secrets
About her, as if he thinks
I can save her when
I can’t even save myself,
She’s tied up with a bad man
As if that is something new
Confirming maybe something
I always suspected,
But could not prove,
Cheap thrills by putting
Herself in danger,
Bad men more thrilling than
Kind ones, as she must
Have learned not long
After her first affair.
What does the small man know,
And why is he telling me
And what he expects me to do
I am as helpless in all this
As he is, maybe more so,
Since she has a gun
To my head, not his.
If she wants to be with a
Bank robber or a rapists,
Why should I be concerned,
This dark world we live in
Part of our rite of passage
And if she needs it,
She’ll get it,
Even at the risk of danger.
What does the Small Man know
That he isn’t telling me.
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