Gaz illionaire


I Write Non-Fiction - Poem by Gaz illionaire

When divorce was in force,
This hotshot found new love of course,
A younger woman from the continent,
And if only those concrete walls could chatter,
Boy we’d have such a story boy we’d have such a natter,
Well I can write and will type,
So gather round the table ladies and gents,
I’ll tell you a fable that’s far from innocent.

This hotshot had a son,
And with his new step mom he’d have fun,
Giggles in the living room,
Soon moved their way to the bedroom,
Father at work while they get onto business,
And it wasn’t paperwork let God be my witness,
The look in their eyes screams out dirty,
Its madness he’s just 16 and she’s knocking on 30.

I know I know this is a soap situation,
But its real life not TV simulation,
I tell non-fiction to balance the friction,
And to create suspicion for you all.

While Dads at home their both itching,
Quick but intimate kisses in the kitchen,
These walls they take note and listen,
But these walls they never speak,
This awkward fable will never leak,
Until I found out and wrote these words,
So now you’ve heard so let yourself judge,
Because the Dad did when he saw a lipstick smudge.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 8, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 23, 2011


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