I wasn’t her first

Nor the last to quench her thirst

Not including the men in between,

And all that she showed

Was she had no loyalty or a soul

Not even to GOD or Country or Queen.

She has used and used

And also stole and abused

To get from anyone all she can,

She had cheated and robed

And hoped not to be caught

By any Child, Woman or Man.

Whenever you see her around

She is with someone new bound

Her and him and of course her girls,

She’ll make up a new alibi

Reasons she left the last Man and why

To You, and Me and the World.

She will tell her own made-up lies

As though to confuse and to hide

As what she had done to everyone else,

She thinks all persons are gullible

When she acts sweet and lovable

Including neighbors, friends and yourself.

She now bows her head low

As about her everyone now does know

Especially when she’s with her own daughters,

As sadly the thought to her will occur

That her daughters will be just like her

Sadly known by her Sisters, Mother and Father.

RANDY L. MCCLAVE