Ex-Change
By Bubo
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Twenty…….
Two and zero…..20 years
I knew you, grew with you, discovered
Uncovered, unruffled we flew,
Half our lives passed us by,
Until unknown became known,
Disintegrated slowly, strangers.
Unfruitful became undoing
Sealed papers signed,
Unqualified I stumbled around,
Found my feet unsteady,
Ultimately stood my ground.
Goodbye.
Underlying smirk I SEE via wires
Of conversation, trembling tone of glee
Thrust it down my throat,
“I see……..”
I say,
“Wonderful, I hope you will be happy”
Ouch oh! Ouch………that hurt
Be polite, be polite!
I urge “Be gentle with our girls, don’t leave them out”
LEAVE THEM OUT!
Oh no, stepmother!
Awful thought, taunts of yesterday,
That nasty, nasty word.
Never laid eyes upon she,
Seen colour of hair, or kind smile,
Clothes she wears, home heart dwells,
Or shopping for snazzy clothes.
To know, take to her heart,
MY little lives I birthed.
Does she care, seek, or understand
My babies like me?
Does she resent my two gifts heaven sent……
JESUS!
She’ll have bouncy babies of her own………
What of the girls he’s already borne?
No mention while celebrating of
Life he leaves behind, to wed a woman
Who has been no part of their lives………
Chose a wife, took six months, huh?
You must be in need of a brain transplant,
Or blind, if you can’t see need reaching
Your eyes, those apples of blue skies.
Powerful testosterone floods stupidity cells,
Haste, repent at leisure, mid life, or simply
Dividing your needs, desire leads you by
Smell of scurrilous nose …
What the hell ……..?
I cry.
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