In a Trailer Park, Named Mycenae

Clytemnestra (what a name; your parents must
Have hated you), I see your husband's out of town.
It seems he nearly always is, which means that
That big water bed of yours is not so nice
At night. We ought to share it. Have some
Wine and own up: we'd be perfect lovers.
Should that prove to be the case, we'll have
To hatch a plan to rid ourselves of your old
Man. You'll help me, won't you? Sure,
You will, and, afterward, we probably should
Send away your kids.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-01-27 at 22:17

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