I've had six remarkable exes
whose story should be told
Full grown women who
brought joy then remorse
Love is a narrative
That kids love to explore
in infatuations so bleak
The bills will explode
The second and fourth were queens
to behold
So promising and secure
I though I had it all
It turned out that their expectations were designed
in old clothes
That their parents handed down
in legacies yet to be told
I regret the fifth one
For she was less spiritual and rough
Prepared the way for the sixth
Who now breeds cajoled
My curtains are now dark
But I still carry my own weight
Wish mama was here
She would have filtered it all
Love is so brutal
But success comes with hope
Still I've had six exes
But I bleed and ignore
A woman of the future
is minted in tired wombs
For the pain of birth
brings relief to the unborn
My sun is almost setting
But am sure she'll ride home
Number three should have been the direction
From where my sun should have shone
I've had six remarkable exes
Whose pain I now mourn
But my chariot is here
Now am ready to atone
Seven should be my stop
in case I don't go home
A man can't be tired
and expect to be known
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Deuces Club
Kablagala, Kampala, Uganda
November 2015
