Good men.
They wear ties
and suits
And say “How do you do?”
“Nice to meet you”.
They wait in lines all day,
Banks
and Shopping-malls.
And sit in tiny chairs
in shared cubicles.
They hate their work
and bosses
but still smile and
say its the best job in the world.
Their hours are long
but only those awaiting their bacon
at home notice.
Their bosses scream when they are
minutes late
and pass up the chance to promote them.
They go home to those who await
the bacon of their labor.
Good men have good wives
with good smiles and good eyes.
“Let me take your coat dear”.
“Put your feet up my love”.
Good men have
perfectly good children
whom they house in perfectly good homes,
everything and everyone appears dandy.
But Good men are still men
and all men have secrets,
so when his good wife
tucks his good children down to sleep
he tells her he forgot something at work
she nods and gives her good smile
but they all know
that even a Good man like
him
has one less perk,
somewhere in the shadows
a mistress, a paramour, a lover
lurks.
by Upile Chisala
About A Girl 