Love and Irritations

Facades are a fact of life

As seen with charades and masquerade parties

But some covers are true to life, no fakeness there

They tell it like it is - falsehoods don't have a prayer.

Let me tell you about a forty-something lady

She liked to wear high heels

Enjoyed parading herself in black

Though only during daylight hours, she did lack

Conversation with her daughter

These two did not communicate

One did have an issue with control

The other felt spite and hate.

This forty-something lady,

Let's call her Glee

She felt down deep a presence

She often fell down on her knee

Which reminded her of the story

Of how it came to pass

That she stumbled one night into a cop car

As an innocent drunkard lass.

You say, "How is this a problem?

How can there be an issue?

Would not a police officer

Offer a helpless lass a tissue?"

I say, "Wait to hear more details

Wait for the sordid plan

Of one sex-starved and corrupt cop

A hell of a criminal man."

Glee was out too late

And did not know who to call

So when she espied said police man

She then stumbled and did fall

He offered his strong arms

And the back seat of his cruiser

Placed her lying flat on her back

So that he would not bruise her.

Half-in and half-out,

Love is like that sometimes

Love and irritations

Peccadilloes and larger crimes

Glee's teenage daughter

Glee's dirty little secret

The product of a rape

Committed sin - the ultimate.

All of these years rattling around

Inside her brain and soul

How was she to tell her girl

That her father had eyes that stole?

Every birthday that passed

Every time a police siren chimed

Hey girl, did you know that

Your father gave me a dime?

To make a phone call.