CAUGHT (PT. 1)

Cheating’s

Very vicious

Well.. isn’t it?

I mean, it’s greedy

Like going

To a buffet

And eating

Every dish

The last time

I saw you

Was in

December

I warmly said

“Season’s greetings,

Merry Christmas”

Little did I know

You had been

Seeing Shelley

Panting

Breathing heavy

Swapping sweet

And sweaty kisses

You say

It didn’t

Lead to sex

But even still

You’re deceiving

This is treason

Treachery

No-one can

Convince

Or tell me

Different

The secret left me

Ignorant

And yet I feel free

Of jealousy

Heart’s been stung

As if by

A bee or jellyfish

But your heart

Doesn’t beat

There’s no degree

Of caring

Not even

In any instance

Entangled

In arms clinched

Tell me more

About this lady

You went

To dinner with

With whom

You became

Lovingly ardent

You bought her

A Givenchy bag

And expensive

Art prints

In cash

For a slim bargain

I saw them

In the cabinet

A Vuillard

Rembrandts

Klimt

I thought all

Of it trash

So sorry

I put them

In our bin

Actually

I burnt them

At the back of

Our well-primmed

Garden

Amongst the pink

Carmine roses

Now, the way

I’m gonna destroy

All your things

In your environment

You must think

I’m a locust

I’ll set a fire

Within you

Let it simmer

Till it gets bigger

Until there’s

A Chernobyl

Explosion

For so long

I’ve been subjected

To your will and whims

But no more

Shall I follow

Your drill, sergeant

You scoundrel

You won’t

Get the victory

At the end

Of this film

I’ll win

William!

Look what problem

You’ve got

Yourself in again

Look

I’ll keep it real

I’ve been

Going through

Your phone

And saw

The messages

Plus, I raided

The draws

And dresser

And got

The evidence

Just know

It’s your fault

For everything

I’ve pawned

The wedding ring

From this day on

Consider us

Divorced

I’ll take

At least half

Of what’s yours

With the full

Weight of the law

Yes, I’ll come at you

Like a strong

Unsettling wind

And if your

Mother calls me

Saying

You wanna talk

I’ll tell her

I shan’t converse

With a ghost

Of a man

I only see

A weak shadow

Of a former self

In him

Precisely

You’re dead to me

Thus, I’ll bury

Your corpse

You’ve been caught

Time you get

A bitter taste

Of your own

Awful medicine