Infidelity Ii Poem by Morgan Michaels

The days passed in cavalcade
And passed like elephants en parade
First, last and in-between.


Tru, (his name, despite) , hated fidelity.
Infidelity, moreover, his spice of life-
'Against nature, ', he muttered, and, you know,
Against the nature of the sex, itself, so take that! '- -
In many respects, Islam more mindful of men's needs,
Though he wasn't ready to quit Buddhism just yet.
It wasn't at all that he wasn't prepared to settle-
He admired Macy's taste, she was tidy and made him laugh
He never begrudged that everything had its place
Macy was good- she kept a calendar that said when not to
But if he vowed fidelity for a month of days alone
He got a headache and became super-cranky
It seemed a lot like caffeine withdrawal
Nght-time trips to the 'fridge could make you fat
Ach, how her tranquil, night reathing irked him, then.
Perfect she was, and pretty and deserved better
Why couldn't he just have been born gay? But no luck.
It wasn't fair, it wasn't fair, it wasn't- Life.
But a contract was a contract: three years was three years.


The days passed in cavalcade
And passed like elephants en parade
First, last and in-between.