He had it on the desk with Fliss
While working late. So he could chalk
Up a success. He needed this.
And if his wife found out, hard cheese.
And when his wife found out of course
She left him. Stranded like a fish
On gravel, after the divorce
His need for conquest grew more foul.
This was the girl his bed required:
A Baywatch beauty treading water
Like Aphrodite unattired.
Instead he dated Olive Oyl.
He cheated on her, too. A crowd
Of other women meant his Black
Book overflowed. And each was wowed
By lies. He said those lies were white.
His life became a proposition
In Boolean algebra, where true
To oneself meant making a decision
To be to others wholly false.
If you've any comments on his poems, K.M.Payne would be pleased to hear from you.