Fiction

                    Fiction

I love a peroxide
    blond.
She fakes the yellow
    for her fellow.
He cheats on her.
She doesn’t know.
    About me.
I adore from a distance.
This stance.
    Dueling distance.
We make a lovely couple.
    for folks who
    don’t know each other.
Her cheating guy
    does it on the sly.
I want to tell her.
But I’m too shy.
It wouldn’t help.
My self has a
    short shelf life.
I’m getting stale
    in this menage.
I used to want
    a marriage.
And she’d look sweet
    without the cheat
In a rhapsody played by two.
I or the lout
Needs to get out.
My affection is starting
    to fester.
I’ve got to pop the blister.
Let the bluster spout.