Come hither eyes despise
And gloat at easy pickings, prey.
Flaunting promise, egotist
Cannot delay the day
He owns her body and her mind
Travels every quarter,
Possesses all to see and touch,
After all, he bought her
With wine and dine and flattery
And glinting, glazing gaze,
Some heat, a feat of promises.
Merely love for days.
But eyes know true all she can do,
Patience is her game,
Retribution knows its route.
A poisoned purpose, aim.
A sting or two, unwelcome wound,
Some malice and a cheer
Vengeance potion swiftly served
In glass of frothy beer.
Behind the bar, she tends to fate,
Conquests there abound,
Not all that catch her eye must fear
The potent ordered round.
Just one or two, well maybe few,
Whose undeserving hearts
Relinquished mercy from her hands
Each time their love departs.
She smiles and flirts and shows some favour
To their willing form.
Claiming wives don’t understand
And they are left lovelorn.
Lies, damned lies, she’s found to cost,
Each trivial betrayal,
Is met with lust then vengeance
In glass upon the table.
Drink up, boys, there’s plenty more,
I’m willing and I’m free
For titillation, dining out and
Partying, for fee.
But morning’s dawn will sing new song,
And each new night will bring
Another manly whore around
To laugh and drink and sing;
Flexing muscles, flashing grins,
Strutting their fine glutes
And using lies and lucre
For all their cheap pursuits.
Now faithful wives have staunch ally
And help along the way,
A phone call and a photograph
Help to make their day.
Some castor oil and laxative
Well mixed in each new batch.
Beware, bad boys, the barmaid’s there
And, with aid, she’ll make her catch.
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