The Cheat Poem by The Muse
The Cheat
He has to wish his ladies every morn
He has to kiss them goodnight too
He loves to listen to their chatter
And create dark matter
He then adds a spoon of yearning
And stirs them up so well
Within a year of churning
Out they come all swell
He chooses and he picks
The choicest of the miss
He senses their longing
And doesn't stop wronging
Depressed, dependent fools
They have been addicted to his rules
A hello there and goodbye here
And they are over the moon
He chooses and he picks The choicest of the miss He senses their longing And doesn't stop wronging Cheating expressed so well. thank u dear poet. tony
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4/19/2024 3:51:27 PM # 1.0.0.1119
He then adds a spoon of yearning And stirs them up so well Within a year of churning Out they come all swell.. The enticing art of some men with bad intentions. well portrayed. tony