a poem by George M. Prisco

published in DONE AND DUSTED, a Poet’s Choice book

https://poetschoice.in/publisher/george-prisco/

Bitch you’re busted

and I’m 

disgusted.

You were loved

but only lusted

while I trusted,

readjusted

avoiding thoughts

unjust, combusted,

pretending life’s

robust stardusted.

Now I’m the one

who’s maladjusted

and

you’re just simply

done

and dusted.