A Rake Reflects

Waking up next to another
Who is not so,
I wish her to go
But the gentleman inside
And my pride
Say no
For it is not yet
But oh
How I regret
Last night!

The taxis run
Star or sun
She could go,
This “friend”
Who’s name or end
I do not know.

Later, the taxi will arrive
And drive
Her somewhere,
As to where
I neither know nor care.

The driver will think
(as he suppresses a wink)
“She did dance
But not in romance”,
Or maybe, having taken her before
From door to door
He already knows the score.


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