Diva Drivel Drives

a poem by Jayati

Once upon a time-
There was a good man.
He did a very good job.
Living in a very good land-

He married a good woman.
Had very good children
Prayed to a very good God
Living, a very good life-

Though from kith kin he had run.
He housed perfect in a perfect good garden.
Trained, made a perfect good husband.
No other, than by the ex-lady a perfect woman.

The man was so good.
He could do everything thus very good.
Hide secrets under his skin tell no truth.
Backstab from behind, very well and good.

Diva drivel drives.
What a way to end. Oh! Please
Excuse and not execute for good. O!
Impervious Mr Jack all hide under hide.