Paving the Road to Hell

Shanghaied. Fuck. Led by the wife
Through some god-awful baby store,
Then into a place I like, but not
For hours, not with her. The sourpuss's
Old cliché is that no good deed goes
Unpunished. I said she could come
With me to meet the guys for chicken
Wings and beers, and, foolishly, I let
Her drive. The others all have gone
Back home. They travel without
Balls and chains, while I am pouting
On sofa in place I'd like to leave.
The wife still is inspecting things.
I've been shanghaied. I failed to see
The folly of my deed.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-01-16 at 00:37

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