Ill-Gotten Affairs

There are things you thought you knew but did not

So much for good intentions they seem to rot

In the universe this tiny planet is but a dot

This life is a gamble put a coin in the slot,

All those things you thought you knew

All those debts everyone owed you that were past due

Your misconceptions are illusions out of the blue

Sit down old friend we have some fat to chew,

No shadows yet the day is not quite done

Tried to reach you but your racing thoughts weighed a ton

You and you’re racing thoughts under the gun

It’s a wonder all who knew you were not quite stunned,

But with that breakdown of your brain

Comes all that you caused others, all that pain

Making excuses for your cruelty seems a bit arcane

Only those closest to you seem to notice the blood stains,

Somehow the aging queen retains her name

Despite the social injustices that remain

Those who trust her what a shame

When being a lover is the worst part of being insane,

How do we get that way of Lord?

Plow shares beaten by too many swords?

Russian subs hiding in the waters of the fjords?

Ill-gotten affairs lack the officialdom of diplomatic accords.