In The Lair Of My Affairs Poem by John Sensele

In my lair
I seize life by her hair
Cos I'm fed up with the affair

In which folks go for broke
In harsh words and tones they spoke
Crushing my stark reality as they awoke

Feeling guilty
Cos stalking me became their utility
Frowning at the humility

I take in my stride
As they plot and slay my pride
When without an iota of shame they take me for a ride

Assuming their insidious acts never would boomerang
When calumny and salacious stories on their smart phones rang
With a boisterous bang and clung

To the past they can't escape
Although humble pie they ape
In vain with sorrow on the nape

That laughs at the folly
They flaunt as they taunt Polly
To delight Molly

Who by my side stood
Resolute in a neighbourhood
Often derided, more often misunderstood

Although I lay no claim
To the lair in which I play no game
With friends and foes none of whom I invite to shame their name.