Smug as a Bug in a Rug

As smug as a bug in a rug,
And there it was,
You, a little man,
You ran,
And jumped right into that infested canal
Of some horrid harpy, gasp, I think it’s a gal.
I’m told you’re the fool.
Yet, the ocean was too cool,
That this hurricane of love
Inside my heart wasn’t enough.
The hours I counted back,
Tick and tock, got off track,
Lost in a sea of blue,
Never to find that which was you.
Your counterfeit affection,
Was masterful deflection.
Go on and continue being smug as a bug in a rug,
Because you’ve drowned yourself in that hole you’ve dug.


6 thoughts on “Smug as a Bug in a Rug

  1. Nicely done. Clever worded and concise, his misdeeds and foolishness makes an (unfortunate) epitaph for the marriage. Sad, of course, for you, in so many ways, and that said epitaph is only literary.

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