Something In the Contract

She took his lips off her chiseled busom.
Saying mothering,
Had caused her suffering.
Her newly planted breasts,
Were investments for conquests.
And having him as a child...
She discovered was not worth her while.
Since she was about images!
And not what a mother to a child could give!
And he had gotten much too old,
To lift a withered wand!
And she was only there...
To supplement an affair that had gotten too tired!
This was clearly business!
And something in the contract signed...
He did not understand!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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