"Talk Show Haiku" by
Adam Greenway
Mama, I love him.
He ain’t your husband now. ‘Sides,
I’m havin’ his kid.
Roommates discover
They share a bed with one man.
Hot catfight ensues.
I’m leaving you, girl.
Your best friend does it better.
We rock all night long.
I’ve got a secret.
I’m not really a woman.
The audience laughs.
Get your sorry ass
Off the stage, bitch. I’ll get you
When we get back home.
Why can’t I be nude?
I’m a stripper for Jesus.
God made my body.
You’re sleeping with him?
Yeah, it’s the best sex I’ve had.
Don’t label me gay.
Adam Greenway
Adam Greenway drinks more than he should, watches too much tv, and has had
one too many bad internet dates, all subjects worthy of poetry. He's hopelessly
single and loving it. This is his second publication with Outsider Ink.
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