Face The Facts Poem by Frederick Nellist

The face you see is not mine
each day I wear a mask
pretending I'm not me in case
I'm taken to task.

I play this disguise game
because of bills unpaid
creditors call my name
and accusations made.

A lady's trifled affection
I'd be hers for life
the mask is my protection
someone told my wife.

Please don't tell a soul
I keep my features hid
police say I broke the law
I've stolen a few quid.

Driving a car recently stole
good intentions fail
I've just run over my wife
I'd be better of in jail.