he makes a great peanut butter sandwich
laying it on thick with the crunchy brand
his slick tongue becomes stuck to the roof of his lie
as he promises to you
it will be different this time
but it is as it always has been
just the same old sandwich
made without any jam
and by now you know
there is never anything but heartache and tears
to wash it down…
2007 © T Sheridan
Ted Sheridan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/women-who-love-peanut-butter/
