My Father Bought For Me A Whore


Don’t dote your surrogate mother he said
To the roving eye of his raving son
The renegade whose hormone-um played
Rhythms of love’s manly dimension!

He caught my hand in his cookie jar
Not once but many an ugly time
At last he worked out a way bizarre
A widowed dame with a smile sublime!

She showed me the beauty of nudity
And the very thin line between love and lust
Why sin is diviner than divinity
And moral values rust in dust!

I became that alchemist’s alchemy
I’d cuckolded with my virile worth
“Whose manhood is whose enemy”
Was the enigma that raged our hearth!

A lad tangled in trinity’s tryst
Whose boyhood lost in manhood’s war
Made me a man cuckold’s heist
My Father Bought For Me A Whore !

© 2022 Vikas Chandra

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