Caught her in the act; she must have been on crack. To bring in this house, a man in my bed. After all I've done for her these years. She looked me in the eyes with fright When I turned on those God darn lights.
What about her? No, What about him? He was my "Best Man" at the wedding he was my closest friend.
"Sweetheart, I can explain!" Explain what? Why you messing with my brain? (It was the only exit in the room, the guy jumped out the window like a witch on a broom)
I am upset, but no need to fret. Why she did this to me, I will never know. But sure enough, one of us had to go...
- Vee Nelly, Author & Poet