THE TROUBLE WITH TEMPTATION

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its like natural gas

you can't really smell its presence

until its just too late

and its highly combustible

it has taken out many a poor unsuspecting significant

other at quite an alarming rate

yet we each still continue to dance dangerously close

to its deadly ledge

willing to take our happiness without any real precautions

into our own little hands

just on a fraction of a chance that we will gain an

added edge

and its our faithful lovers who suffer in the undergoing

of such an obsessive and needless quest

for to capture the 'what once was'

they are each painfully and at times unknowingly

forced to take the ultimate test

accept the man for essentially who he is and not what

he's unintentionally become

a creature incapable of loving only one woman at a time

no longer recognizable as a man but a faithless,

whining , sniveling low life scum...............

(written Nov. 22, 1992 am)

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