This poem was inspired by my scottish wife, who then became my scottish ex-wife, as she did to me as what she did to her other husbands, and boyfriends, cheating, lying, adultery.

Once a cheater always a cheat

While living a life just to deceive

To practice fraud, which no-one will applaud

And the truth no one will ever believe.

To be unfaithful or to go astray

Being a crook each and every day

Trying to evade, and then to escape

The evil tricks that you have made.

Once a liar always a liar

Dishonesty will become your empire

Your words will become colder, when you become older

And your only warmth will be hells  fire.

The truth it will become your enemy

The words you speak will be your seeds

Truthfulness will be your foe, as your history will unfold

Then your words will be hewed away like weeds.

Once a user always a user

Then later on to become an abuser

That will be yourself, unto you and everyone else

Then lastly you will become a looser.

You take from anyone all you can

Whether they be either Woman or Man

You think you deserve, what they have earned

And for no one do you ever give a damn.

Once a thief always a thief

Bringing nothing but worries and its grief

To take what is not yours, your dignity is the lure

As dishonesty is all that you do seek.

You take and steal what you do not own

While believing it is yours and yours alone

Though you have no regret, and your never upset

But someday for your thievery you will atone.

Once a whore always a whore

Could any Man or I say anymore

Giving away your dignity, with no shame or pity

As you always move to another Mans door.

Your soul and body it will become stale

As on the marketplace you put your soul up for sale

But you have no regret, from the Men you have kept

Maybe someday they too will hear your conscience wail.

Once a Woman you once were

At least that is what I once had heard

You had virtue and pride, and dignity deep inside

But to all now that seems so absurd.

They say it was so very long ago

With a different person inside of you did grow

When you were devout, and sins you did with out

But that was once before, before the real you we did know.

Randy L. McClave

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