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The Swinger

Its always the same old story

I meet a woman and we click

We go out for a while and talk

Time seems to go by so quick

 

After a bit something happens

Signs of unease appear, frowns,

My mask slipped for she's seen

The dark side of my downs

 

Moods are fatal for couples

You have to banter and smile

Hide the despond with a grin

Play happy families for a while

 

If she has sense, she leaves,or

She stays she's in for trouble,

Mood swings have their cycle

Her anguish can only double

 

Most depart, its for the best

Better left to my own devices

Learned down the years only I

Can pull myself out of a crisis

 

Snared anew by chemistry, I'm

Lured into yet more small talk,

The demons land and roost, I

Pray she'll wake up and walk

 

I ought to have a head badge

A warning in fluorescent lights:

"Keep away, no loving here!"

Lows only, no chance of heights

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Comments

Nicola Beckett

Mon 16th Nov 2020 17:25

Aw, why is it called swingers? I thought they were people who go to strange clubs and all get off with each other?

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