33 - Dirty Linen Poem by nicola burkett

33 - Dirty Linen

Rating: 5.0


Dirty linen hanging on the line
Mistress romps spilled red wine
Extra overtime and late nights
Blood stained gutters and fist fights
Secret whispers behind closed doors
The speculation you try to ignore
Your life and lies become black listed
People you hurt wish u never existed
Dirty linen hanging out to dry
The sanctity of marriage cheating ways defy
Mistress romps spilled red wine
$2 a minute sex hot-line
The smell of cheap perfume lipstick collars
Meaningless love for a night, a fistful of dollars
The cause of her pain and dulling heartache
The vow of marriage this man did break

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nicola burkett

nicola burkett

South East, London
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