The jerk who sells his marriage out for lust

And lies so that it will not blow apart

Has played a game whereby he keeps the trust

Of his good wife but takes to bed a tart

Yet who ignores the pain caused by this act

Must risk the chance of what may happen next

A knife between the ribs might be the fact

Or children murdered by the one who's vexed

The tryst a cheating wife has with her date

Brings sorrows on like vultures to a kill

For there's no knowing what will spring from hate

When lies discovered fester as they will

    So marriages divested of their vows

    Are left to rot like carrion for the crows