He who arrives late

He who arrives late
has no bed – said to
me in jest but truer
now that our world
finds loathing easy
to spread / We will
contaminate all we
love with infectious
hate / Long unions
will succumb [to ire
their lessors] / As a
couple bore at love
[& its dried-up rub]
they’ll find in others
keen relief in sex &
overpriced drugs in
hour-rented rooms /
All our rules shifted
when re-connection
was offered for free
by cheap lying silos
[& wi-fi two-timings]
Disconnect & return
to our former arrival

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