On the Question of InfidelityA Poem by Ken e BujoldIt’s shocking, the positions, some
think are hedges, waterproof excuses for when they’re caught coloring
outside the lines. As if there’s nothing to be ashamed
of, no reason the bare facts can’t be twisted, added
to whenever the ledger’s in need of a
little mid-life spelunking. I can’t begin to tell
you how many work-around whys, turgid tunes to
shady circumstances, I’ve heard to
ameliorate the dirty exploration of red-light mattresses.
Everyone’s a preacher, Billy-Jim Tammy-Lynn
until they’re caught in flagrante, corpus erectus,
steaming the tea: when the
sixty-ninth commandment, there shall be accountability for
the expenditure of every pubic scent suddenly becomes
the ninety- sixth reversal -- let my sinners go …
cast off all the attorneys, the private dicks
… bees can’t resist the natural urge to
pollinate. Ken e Bujold © 2023 Ken e BujoldReviews
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3 Reviews Added on April 15, 2023 Last Updated on April 15, 2023 AuthorKen e BujoldSomewhere in Ontario, CanadaAboutWriters write, it's what we do. Fish swim, woodpeckers peck... writers scribble (inside and outside the lines). more..Writing
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