Cheater's End

A Poem about a man getting what he deserves for cheating on his wife

There she stands in her usual place
light from the street lamp accents her face.
Lust and desire fill your head
both of them or so you said.
Poison to your heart a cure for your yearning
with a flick of her wrists your pants start burning.
Smile like a devil taste like a god
all you are is a bastard dog.
Lips lock in a passionate good-bye
as your soul gets lost in your lullaby.
A life flashes before your eyes
of a wife and kids and sad good-byes.
Red light, blue light, sirens blare
your wife doesn't know why should you care?
A hand with a stick pulls you aside
and you see her laugh with blood-shot eyes.
You have one phone call to who you want.
How bout' your wife? How bout' you don't.
You sit on a bench and begin to cry
as a man stares at your crotch with lustful eyes.
The lights turn off time for bed
but that's not your hand caressing your head.
Welcome to hell you slimy fool.
Next thing you feel is the big man's drool.
This is it the end of your life.
This is what you get for cheating your wife.