Sunday Poem: Sex with the Boss’s Wife

I’m in the club on a Saturday night,

The lights are low and the mood is right.

There’s lots of sexy ladies for me to see,

Which one will spend the night with me?

*

A familiar blonde is wearing a mini-skirt,

It’s my boss’s wife who wants to flirt.

We retreat to a motel room and do our thing,

The next morning we dismiss it as just a fling.

*

I’m at work managing the books,

My co-workers are giving me strange looks.

One saw me with the wife of the boss.

I remark sarcastically that it’s his loss.

*

In the parking lot the boss flips me off,

As I get into my car, I look at him and scoff.

My car speeds up and I overtake the jerk,

I force his car off the road; my method’s work.

*

He’s mad when he gets out of his car,

I believe he intends to take this too far.

My boss raises his fist threatening me,

It appears that this guy can’t let it be.

*

As he approaches, I pull out my gun,

He’s stupid enough not to stop and run.

I fire the weapon, a bullet pierces his head,

My boss falls to the ground, he’s clearly dead.

*

I’m convicted of murder not self-defense,

The jury says my logic doesn’t make sense.

When you agree to sleep with another man’s wife,

“Two wrongs don’t make a right,” is real life

***

“But whoso committeth adultery with a woman lacketh understanding: he that doeth it destroyeth his own soul. ” – Proverbs 6:32 KJV

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Image:  https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com  (The image is unrelated to the subject of adultery referred to in this fictional poem).

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Poem by David Andre Davison

 

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