Between Exits Two and Three
I want to believe this!
More of this and that I do...
As told to me as it should be from you.
I want to believe your heart is true.
I want to believe this...
But I feel I am being screwed
To someone's satisfaction,
And at my expense too.
I want to believe what you say you do,
But it looks more like prostitution.
I want to believe your services rendered
Are no more than giving a bone to a dog.
I want to believe this...
But the fog you stated trapped you in fear,
Cleared enough for me to see you giving nookie
Off the shoulder
Of Interstate 91South,
Between exits two and three.
I just happened to have been driving by!
Minding my business as usually.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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