19 April 2012
Must I give up another night To hear you whinge & whine About how terribly grim you feel And what a dreadful swine You are? You say you'll never leave Your wife & children. Fine;
When have I ever asked you to? I'd settle for a kiss. Couldn't you, for an hour or so, Just leave them out of this? A rare ten minutes off from guilty Diatribes-what bliss.
Yes, I'm aware you're sensitive: A tortured, wounded soul. I'm after passion, thrills & fun. You say fun takes it toll, So what are we doing here? I fear We've lost our common goal.
You're rubbish at adultery. I think you ought to quit. Trouble is, at fidelity You're also slightly shit. Choose one & do it properly, You stupid, stupid git.
Sophie Hannah
Rubbish At Adultery • Opuss № I