Fifty-two percent by Paul Vaughan

Fifty-two percent of my mates

believe I shagged my wife’s sister.

 

So does my wife.

 

Some bloke down the pub told her,

said I’d abused her Doreen’s self-determination,

imposed unwanted regulation;

it was even in the papers.

 

She packed her bags up,

stood in the kitchen,

arms folded, lips hateful,

ears beyond truth;

told me she was leaving,

wanted back control,

loosed from my manipulation.

 

Said she’d do better on her own.

Told me to shut up,

sick of me not swallowing

self-evident truth;

fifty-two percent cannot be wrong.

 

But they are,

and I won’t stop shouting it.

..

Paul Vaughan is a custard-hating poet from Yorkshire. He has work forthcoming in Seventh Quarry, Sarasvati, Eunoia Review and The Curly Mind. He also edits the poetry ezine https://algebraofowls.com/

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