Moved On
I’m now living with this woman
and she thinks I am her man.
The fact is I really detest her,
but I’m doing the best I can.
I didn’t actually marry her,
her husband invited me in.
Invited, isn’t exactly the truth,
I took his body from him.
At the moment I’m stuck with her;
without doubt my biggest mistake,
and if I now leave his body
it’ll be left in a lifeless state.
I’m taking a ferry ride tomorrow
and plan to take on a new look.
I think it’ll be a single female again;
an improvement on the last man I took.
poem by Orlando Belo
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