My lady would go crazy
whenever I was found
in the presence
of another female.

I guess she assumed
the leg between my legs
did all the walking,
and like the monsters
of her nostalgic past,
I was on the prowl
for any ol’ piece of ***.

It got to the point
where I gave up with corrections
and allowed her chartreuse fever
to run completely wild
and that was kind of fun
for a while.

Then one day I saw this guy
put his hand on her shoulder
in a reasonably innocent gesture
I read too far into.

By the time I was through,
my knuckles were raw
and his face was pulp,
while her face sprung
into a sea of abhorrence.

I was left alone
with a broken hand
and a month in county.