Tuesday, July 28, 2015

20150728 (trophy wives)
























Dante had it right about sins of the flesh

Least of the errors to stick one in hell

Even less than gluttony which could be

Viewed as a fleshy affront these were

Not perverts just what today we’d call

Promiscuous the carnality of sodomites

Was placed deeper in and the Gaceys

The BTKs further in yet just your

Garden variety of vow-breakers souls

Who couldn’t control their lusts

Seducers like Hollywood actors  

Who for their daily bread are forced to kiss

Fondle screw others for our enjoyment

Quelle surprise that they wander they

Can’t say lead us not into temptation

It’s their job or a good part of it

Evolution made certain a preference

For sex to ensure procreation the 

Excess well do what you will keep it

In check as a mutual promise as a sign

Of loving someone so treasured

You would resist what every fiber 

Of your natural being screamed for

That would mark it as special

Special for some is not special for all

If you’re off to a war and you’re

Assigned a comely secretary that’s

Not exactly like boarding a ship to chase

After whales for a year or two or sail

To China but if you’re off to Harvard

Studying law and your wife who stuck

With you for years in the desert studies

At Cleveland-Marshall don’t expect

Holiday visits phone calls to suffice

To fool her of your new friends

Or finally when your factory or practice

Starts to bring in some bucks the slim

Girl you’ve hired to do every bidding

Is so more accommodating than the

Harridan at home with those pesky kids

For her you can’t do anything right

You can dress her up 

But you can’t take her out

Not to the country club you’d like to join

If she talks to your friends it’ll

Be a regrettable mess 

Bad for business besides

Your new aide however 

Can book the best lunches

To break up your day 

Ease the pressure why not reward her 

With a lobster claw a drink or two 

By the time you’re regularly having dinner 

Together your shabby partner

The one you can’t remember why you 

Ever liked her is catching on and 

Feeling like hell for which you’re

So sorry but things happen just not 

For her it’ll cost you plenty but it

Will be worth it to shed the old hag

And get to bed regularly

The well-practiced and lovely

Thirty-year old




c. J.S.Manista, 2015

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