Truthful Destination - Poetry

#16

Lacy, red and floral,
Everything seemed so normal,
An everyday piece of clothing,
How could it cause so much loathing?

Shiny gold hoops,
And curly brown locks,
Look how low he stoops,
A tarty woman wearing knee high socks.

Red lipstick on his shoulders,
Where he's carrying his boulders,
Brown strands on our bed,
Is that where she's been led?

While I've been hard at work,
With the challenge that she set me,
She'd found a way to lurk,
In the only place I won't see.

Behind my back,
Trust I now lack,
I've been bitterly betrayed,
To be oblivious I have been paid.