Infidelity is what it is.
It's a disregard for loyalty.
An unfaithfulness displayed,
With a consent to deceive...
A trust believed.
To do what one pleases,
And leaves.
Goal?
To cheat.
With the eating of a piece of cake,
Frosted to taste...
In a treating of a deception,
Thought of until caught...
As acceptable.
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