cheating

Fluff

The pretences a damn man contrives…
Their attempts at deceiving their wives…
For a young bit of fluff…
If they’re stupid enough…
They’ll regret it the rest of their lives!

So, her husband was cheating, she’d learned,
Which, in fact, she’d already discerned.
Some damn cheap little slut…
It was curious, but,
That she found herself quite unconcerned.

Splitting hairs

Listen, darling, she said. Though you’re sweet,
Being faithful’s just so obsolete!
Just consider your luck!
You’ve still got me to fuck,
And I’m upfront… it’s not like I cheat!

Reconciliation

When he found out his girlfriend was cheating,
He called her names not worth repeating,
(Okay, bitch and slut.)
He forgave her then, but,
Well, of course, her cute arse took some beating!

Dining out

“Ya habibi”, he said. “Yes, I cheat,
But it’s not that your body’s not sweet!
Though it brings me delight,
It’s the same dish each night,
And, sometimes, a man craves for fresh meat!”

The moving finger

The sweet pleasure of love is but fleeting;
The making of love self-defeating…
You can make it linger,
By sniffing your finger,
Though this, strictly speaking, is cheating.

Morality

It’s a curious concept, fidelity,
Strange philosophic duality,
Being untrue,
Screwing somebody new,
Is to face and deny one’s mortality.