Poem: The Milk

Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free.
I used to do it to women now a woman is doing to me.
She has me escorting her twice a month
to four star restaurants for meals.
Purchasing eighty dollar concert tickets
and funding rims for her wheels.
Paying for her hairdresser every two weeks
and giving her money for the masseuse.
She’s “Jack” of folklore who has climbed the beanstalk
and I’m the golden goose.
When did I suddenly become rich,
when did I become such a fool?
Walking into designer stores,
walking out with her bags of female clothes,
burdened like a mule.
Her lock is not the best
my key has had the pleasure to fit.
Her body has a few “love handles”
and I am not dazzled by her wit.
I was just tired of constantly dating,
I wanted to settle down.
But it isn’t worth living from pay check to paycheck
and borrowing money all over town.
I am getting rid of her this week
after a few more romps in the hay.
I might as well have some milk too
while she’s bartering it away.

By Sean Ruize Munnings
The Raga-Lover

Copyright © 2006 Sean R. Munnings, all rights reserved.