The Seventh Commandment©

 

When you’re young and inexperienced, every beauty looks mysterious,
Shiny smiles and winks blind her obvious flaws.
You don’t care how she was raised svelte and tall; you treat her like a challenging goal,
And the World means nil to her lottery draw.
I knew one pretty girl, she was sexy, she was tall; she had everything you want inclusive.
She, of course, was well aware of it, what made all the homeboys feel shy and retreat,
Even hearts of married men were wounded.
Everybody wanted her, to prove themselves their way,
With a prize of sex-appeal from a candy store display.
But in seven years thereafter, she matured and got much rougher.
Her beauty was about gone. She looked just like her shrewish mom …
It’s pharisaic t’ judge our spins of little flings and small desires,
Let the faded lady carry sins, without kids, alone and tired.
Right?

 

Smoked pink salmon looks delicious; shines attractive and nutritious,
Waters mouth, teases wishes from a tray.
But if you take a piece with fingers, even if the taste may linger,
You’ll pay the price as a poor thinker the whole day.
First you’ll smell like cured fish, when you’ll eat another dish, also when a dessert there’re serving.
Then you’ll lose your party chance to have ladies for a dance,
Your odors will fume, make you unnerving.
You can try to use some soap: its help’s not worth a dime,
You can try deodorizing to smell like lox under pine.
Thus too an improper liaison, has a sticky smell unlike ozone:
You have to hide your secret life, from children, friends and trusted wife.
It’s sanctimonious, unfair, the price for salmon or affairs:
It stinks in minds and hands for long, even you back where you’re belong.
Correct?

 

We are trying to be decent inside, to be observant, to see possible sights,
To make sure, that our steps, are well drafted.
Every aspect is being proudly planned, roadblocks are moved and obstacles banned,
Our good intentions purely were crafted.
But somehow our soul, is occupied by a spiteful troll, who enjoys himself being a destroyer,
As if you bought a special torte iced with “Thanks for your support!”
But you ate it by yourself in a foyer.
If you get a neighbor’s woman, you can think you’re very good.
Better than her stupid husband who’s himself a darn fool and rude.
If his wife is sacrificing all for you and can be reached,
Neighbor’s household’s on fire, cause his wife is a house glitch.
Go get your triple ple-a-sure from the blarney, flirts & dreams:
Have affair; hurt your neighbor and uplift your self-esteem.
Yeah!