Smoke Screens His Face Trailing From Cigarettes
Resting In His Desk Ashtray
Year Old White Shirt Stained In Whiskey and Sweat
Her Neck More Sun-Shagged Than Kissed In Freckles
Fresh Nails And Hair Ready For Play
Public House, The Place To Lose Her Shackles
Roll Over Paper Work 'Til Nooner Done
He's Local Not Far To Stray
"Hurry Up, I Have To Pick Up My Son"
Back Home In Time To Have Dinner On
To Keep Suspicions At Bay
Then Bed Where Her Day's Love Is Over-Drawn
CK
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