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“Please baby please,” is what he would beg

with his focus directed / right between their legs.

 

 

A Bed of Lies

By Dorothy Riggs McCall

Back where I grew up,

way down South

lived a man who talked

from both sides of his mouth.

Now lying is what he loved to do

And every woman

he would pursue.

“I love you,” to each one he said

and those three words

went straight to their heads.

“Please baby please,” is what he would beg

with his focus directed

right between their legs.

When his business was all finished

the love he professed

very quickly diminished.

He left broken hearts all over town.

One was so distraught,

she shot him down.

‘Rest In Peace’

is what his tombstone read.

He lied his way

 

to his final bed.

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Dorothy Riggs McCall has written poetry since childhood. Professionally an optician, McCall is a graduate of Stillman College, Tuscaloosa, Alabama. Her poetry has been published on Dateline Alabama (The University of Alabama's news website), Ujamaa Christian Poetry Website, and The Greater New Testament Church, Women's Ministry Handbooks.

And she digs ChickenBones: "I really enjoy ChickenBones.  I am always overwhelmed by the enormous talent represented.  

 

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