Sins of a Modern Wife

To lay your head down,
Night after night, in wonder-
Did you check his phone, his texts ?
His facebook, his ex?
Where does that man go, when your not looking? To work?
maybe not- His dick in knot, at the corner Bar-
fucked but not caught.
That pay check you see, it's all a ruse-
as are the years spent,alone in your truce.
Your insecurity is a movie,made by perspective-
made of hopes and dreams, all lost , you defective.
Could have had it made, made in the shade.
But it's bright lights and fame, that's made you this way,
Your not what you seem, you seem what your not.
Just a dirty penny stuck in a slot-
You the bad cop, question his intention.
Now what to do with this man, your invention.
Dinner at six, your laid by ten-
Suspitions arise, and the torment begins.
You never sleep, with your need of men,
It's always been you , you the hoarder of sins.