©Seeing Blue
Mona Arizona
Mimi Wolske-Mona Arizona™
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Morning comes and so I rise
(remember last night),
he didn't, no big surprise.
Have to give the man credit;
he tried very hard—
well, he was affectionate.
Promised me lifetime thrusts;
now he's seeking more
pharmacologists.
I questioned, can this happen?
Has my beauty warped?
Faded? Oh! Where is my talisman?
After our years together,
is he finding me
disappointing? Can I ever be sure?
Gaze at his side of the bed
sighing with relief;
good, he's still here; he isn't dead;
our arrangement's still the same.
Nothing ever changes.
Fate still plays her soft wood game.
Must refill his prescriptions;
he's not getting off.
Tonight he'll give me both guns,
or I'll get my money back.
No sexual bans;
he'll be my sex maniac.
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