That's what she says
as she slips you out of her
and stutters to get dressed.
She says you're her brother--
that it's just a childhood game;
and I'm thinking about my dick
and my private detective's camera
hidden in the clutter on the bureau.
I stare at you. Watch
as you shrug and sigh
and never say a word.
My wife's a professional liar--
but this? This is a touch too far.
And there you lie--embarrassed
penis slowly taking his bow.
And I don't know whether to cuss
or grab you a warm beer
and discuss a way to cash you out.
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