THAT SORT OF MAN.

THAT SORT OF MAN.

A Poem by Terry Collett
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A WIFE AND HER HUSBAND AND HIS MISTRESS.

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He was that
sort of man.

The sort of man
Mum said
not to mix with.

I mixed
with him.

When I say mixed
I mean had sex
with him
married him
sat with him
talked with him
met his friends.

He liked me
because I was me
and not
anyone else.

But he liked
that skinny b***h
at his office
more than me
because she
was herself
and not me.

I liked it when
he was nice.

He could be nice.

But once he met her
and screwed her
he wasn't so nice.

A friend told me
he was screwing
the b***h at the office
because she worked there
and the b***h
had told her
she was having it away
with him not knowing
he was married
to me but boasting
he was a good lover.

He was that
sort of man.

He was that sort.

He was.

I bottled them both
in our bed.

Wine bottle.

Half full or half empty
depending how
you look at things.

I was that sort
of woman.

I was that sort.

I was.

© 2016 Terry Collett


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Added on August 14, 2016
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Terry Collett
Terry Collett

United Kingdom



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Terry Collett has been writing since 1971 and published on and off since 1972. He has written poems, plays, and short stories. He is married with eight children and eight grandchildren. on January 27t.. more..

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