She left him on a Sunday
He offed himself on a Monday
She had said she’d be there for him,
never leave him no matter what.
She said she’d love him forever.
He was her only one.
Until he had a massive heart attack,
and his business went bust,
and all the money
and all her perks
were gone.
She didn’t shed a single tear
when she heard he died,
but cashed in on the insurance policy
that he failed to take her off.
She found another rich sucker
to leech off
and love forever
unless he went broke
and she lost all her perks.
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
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79, cancer survivor, work out 3 times a week, ride my exercise bike 2 hours daily. Began writing poetry October 2023, living in Greensboro, North Carolina, originally from just outside of Boston, MA.
Retired and enjoying a solo, reclusive life always researching and gaining knowledge. Most of my poems are fictional.
I write about many things: Spirituality, Mysticism, the Paranormal, Cryptids, Werewolves, Ghosts, 411s, Nature, Birds, Animals, Romantic Love, Death, NDEs, Women Persecuted as Witches, Fictional Characters I Create, News Stories, AI, Robots, Insects, like the poem entitled, Hail Caesar Bob, (about when bees were swarming me outside the door to my apartment), and many other topics. I write a minimum of 3 poems daily, sometimes more.
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