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
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
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
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