Its none of your business?

You say you’re not involved,

Not part of this, thats come about

And yet you benefit from the chapters 

That have been written out

About him and you, a tale of a secret pair under big blue bed sheets. 

You say its not your business

That you can wash your hands clean of this 

Mess, and sweep it out the door of your house.

Down the path and into rubbish bags 

that build up by the front gate. 

You say you wouldn’t cheat,

Wouldn’t love two men and lie to one.

That you felt shame and sadness when you did it once

And that you’d never go back and repeat the experience

But there was a ring on that finger,

And a vow between two lovers,

That you broke, 

That you undid and that you can’t do back up. 

There was a trust between those lovers

That you cut down and you trod on

And you did it with your hand in his. 

And yes he did it too, 

And is to blame just like you, 

But you could give respect to the lover who never knew

about this situation that, to him, came out of the blue. 

You could do it for the stranger, 

the one you don’t know, for maybe now, 

you’ll make him feel the pain that you felt once before. 

But you are just a man, 

Maybe nothing more, maybe nothing less.

But respect for those you don’t know 

deserve the respect you give the rest.

We hurt the same, 

And need the same trust.

We need a tender touch gloved by lust.

We just need to know that we have it good. 

That we can trust strangers to say no

When our trust is ambushed.