It wasn't me

IT WASN’T ME

It was the diary that started it

You wanted the whole thing to be

As our son lay dead in Boston

You put her hand on me

I’m a simple straight man

Uncomplicated Unevolved

The circumstances made me do it

SO DON’T YOU HAVE THE GALL

It started with the petting

I fell a slippery slope

Porcine eyes and flattish hips

Her patience gave me hope

How could I resist her?

She gave her son to me

He was better than yours or mine

 I taught him math for free

I talked and talked for hours

He quietly did comply

His mom was getting fucked by me

He glazed but didn’t reply

It was Hong Kong that made me do it

By Mumbai I was hooked

Her pudgy face, her lack of grace

The stinky pork she cooked

I took her for her for some flying fucks

Not once did she complain

My woefully inadequate fucking skills

Made her face grimace in pain

Oh the awesome sex in Hong Kong

Not to mention Mumbai

Two hundred nights of free fucks

You compare it to BALI!!!?

It was your dad who made me do it

Your mom had wished it too

I’m going to add your brother in

A reason for my rendezvous

It was your friends that made me do it

In straws you found refuge

You didn’t drown, you came around

You then refused to smoodge

It was hate that made me do it

It wasn’t you but me

You chose to live and not to die

You chose to set me free

I’m saying that I’m sorry

I know I’m a stupid git

I have analytical intelligence

But I sorely lack in wit

I hope you will accept me

For whatever I am

I know you still care for me

So love me if you can

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A boss and his subordinate

A BOSS AND HIS SUBORDINATE

I hug you and draw you close

And say I have feelings for you

Grief pain and denial

Is the start of relationship new

Lie naked next to me[1]

Let’s cuddle up for a bit

Till I pack whatever little

I have of residual guilt

I’ll text you hound you woo you

With all my glorious might

I define with my moral compass

What is wrong or right

Come with me to Hong Kong

London and Mumbai

How I wish we could fuck our way

From Zurich to Dubai

Boss I don’t like what’s happening

I’m not comfortable with this

I’ve thought of you as a brother

I am your little sis

But I’ll take whatever you offer

In bonus and appraisal

You’re right let’s start this thing off

And not worry about reprisal

I’ll decide in a while

If I need a man like you

If you get too tiresome

I’ll look for pastures new

My marriage is irrevocably broken[2]

My love for you is true

Don’t worry about it darling

Your strong man is here for you

Wait a while she’ll move out

In this world or next

Can you be on standby?

I’ll send an email or text

I’ll tell her that she hates me[3]

I know that it’s not true

But if I keep telling her that

I’ll soon move in with you

I think I’m done with you here

You presence is hard to bear

You’re arrogant and entitled

Your paunch is covered with hair

If you don’t stop your advances

I’ll be forced to blurt it out[4]

I’m sure you don’t want

Your dramatic wife to shout

One thing I can grant you though

You aren’t that strong or bright

You’re right when you say this

Two wrongs don’t make a right

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Buy one and get one free

BUY ONE AND GET ONE FREE

I bought a pretty green lingerie

Dress up like a tart for me

Come on hurry up

I’m waiting impatiently

There are many reports and memos

A laundry list is pending

Get on your knees and start your work

Let’s begin with some bending

Can we set a timeline

For a quick roll in the hay

We need to finish this Fuck

By end of business day

Our foreplay starts now

So put away your phone

I love it how a 3^rd grade fuck

Will make you scream and moan

And after I’m done pounding you

For two minutes diligently

Perhaps its time for you

To sit on top of me

There now I can feel

A build up in my balls

Shhh! Tone it down a bit

These are but hotel walls

I flip you on your back

Your pussy takes my load

Now that done, can we wash up?

Use a blanket if you’re cold

I did buy you a spare one

To put my mind at ease

I have a pack of blue pills

For you: - My stress release

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Hello

Hello

How was your day? Mine was fine; thank you

And thanks for sharing

Thanks for letting me, a stranger into your day

Your boss at work, the politics, your victories

Not your disappointments and defeats

That’s for too personal

Thanks for paying the bills, taking care of all and sundry

Keeping tabs on the offspring’s academics

Bathing the dog, looking for ticks

The occasional walks together, 

which soon will be a thing of past

Grateful for sharing some personal space

Like locker room buddies who do not hesitate 

to undress in front of each other

Soon it will be a thing of the past

Like shared confidences and intimacies

Thoughts; emotions.............our first born

Thanks for giving me the opportunity to be a part of your organization

It was a pleasure working with you

Do keep in touch

Do you have my email and number? Of course you do

You pay for it

Silly me, I keep forgetting

Let’s do lunch, a farewell lunch

How does our anniversary suit you?

Do I get you a pen? After all it has been more than 2 scores

And a half and more...............

My Identity 2

Would you kill a tree; if you could
If you needed a table, a chair or some wood
Justify a wider road
A house, a building, some land
More paper, statue or a towel stand
Would the tree then, die?
If not, why?
If you could, then would
You save the piece of wood?
Prune the branches, trim the roots
Plant it elsewhere
Where there is sunlight water and air
A tree has a soul you know
It lives and loves and grows
A tree is never old,
Its branches have stories untold
The roots hide the effort
The tree puts in...
To stand tall and bold.

My identity

Flowers pretty flowers
On branches, bouquets and bowers.
If I were a flower, what would I choose?
A lover pinning a bloom on the breast..
A deity's feet, a shower of petals
An artist dipping me in precious metals?
Someone sick, someone dead,
Or someone's hope on a bridal bed?
Do I get to choose...
Or does someone choose for me instead?

Snowball

A flick of the wrist, the snow ball shakes

The cloud settles around;  little plastic flakes

At times you die, and wonder why

The shaker decides to keep you alive

Why not let the pain push you under

You are but a speck of matter

But no, he decides when it is time

To shake the snowball again

“O fleck you’ve seen the pain

Until you were numb and could not feel again

I’ll show you pleasure

That you didn’t see before

You will live again; to feel some more

I’ll heal your wounds, I let you hope

I’ll give you love that lets you cope”

The block is gone, blood starts to flow

The agony fades; your face starts to glow

A reason to live; to smile again

To wake up; breathe, to love and to wait

Until...the shaker is bored, and then;

“I think it’s time; to change your fate

The shaker decides, “I’ll flick my wrist

Your story little speck

Now has a new twist!”