The Fetish

The Fetish

A Poem by Paul Bell

When I said to you I would like to try a new position, What do you think I meant.

A new bar.

When was the last time we had sex.

My birthday.

No.

Your birthday.

No, it was when my mum died.

That was a sad day.

Not for you, it wasn't, you supervised the cremation.

I had to make sure.

Do you know why my mum hated you.

I don’t think she hated me.

No, she definitely hated you.

She hated everyone.

You most of all.

Was it because I married you.

No, that's why she hated me. It was because you violated her underwear drawer. 

I was looking for that furry thing you told me about. 

Then you should've just said that. I told you that fetish story wouldn't fly.  

Well then, you shouldn’t have let her spread it around.

I know. 

Wait a minute. You told her the fetish story wouldn't fly.

Eermm... 

Why would you let her spread that around. 

Well, it was around the time I caught you with the girl next door.

You said you liked two girls! 

You're not a girl! You just wear my clothes sometimes and I've been more than tolerant about that. 

© 2018 Paul Bell


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very postmodern!! This guy needs to get a new hobby!

Posted 5 Years Ago


Paul Bell

5 Years Ago

I think he does.
this is so much fun...and just imagining the conversation...to self maybe?

a little Norman Bates maybe?

most entertaining write...you are quite the creative one, Paul.

j.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Paul Bell

5 Years Ago

Poor Norman. Just a mixed up kid. lol
A torridly erotic write without ever going there ... Some of us old codgers can read between the thin lines of nights divine and heat that fogged the windows as it melted the paint off the walls ... For what? ... Well, to spend your day's in a foggy haze of them day's when you were truly dazed within that volumptous heat of the moment she had to offer, and now it is high time to loyally pay the piper for one who stuck with you through thick-n-thin, though sorrows unrelentless din, and old age had brought Karma roung to see you to cause you remember when, she was all you could think about ... Why should it change now? ... Just because you have, both, grown older together? ...

Posted 5 Years Ago


Paul Bell

5 Years Ago

Why I left her for a younger richer model. lol
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5 Years Ago

Trying to stir me to envy now, are ya ...!
Sometimes I think OMG i wonder if this is true to life...and then I say to myself....you just never know with Paul...Hilarity at its best!

Posted 5 Years Ago


Paul Bell

5 Years Ago

I thought this happened to everybody. lol
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A strangely quirky write!

I didnt quite get the punchline in this one. The premise however is quite humorous. Your style of writing in conversational form is certainly unique and original in itself. So kudos for that.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Paul Bell

5 Years Ago

Not sure if there is a punchline. lol
I've missed seeing you here & your poem is the perfect antidote for me. You see, the morning news can be so nauseating, I have to mingle with regular crazy folks a while to recover from watching it. Really, tho, I think you capture the difficult conversations in real life so well, I was complimenting you in my mind, until you went off the rails & this stopped being real life! *wink! wink!* I love those swerves into la-la land! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 5 Years Ago


Paul Bell

5 Years Ago

How you doing, Margie.
Never ever watch the news. He's still President.
To think he ge.. read more

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