Napoleon on a Tonka Truck

© 2013 Tony Alardin

Napoleon on a Tonka Truck dropped by Baby Dolls today.

He said, “Mid-life’s got me; my first wife got ugly,

I’ll be interviewing replacements in the VIP.”

From Titty-bar to trophy wife; escapee from a strumpet’s strife,

The trailer park homecoming queen now thinks she’s Cinderella.

It seems Napoleon’s a nasty drunk and Cinderella likes a bump

Her cuckold king came with a ring and all the semen he could bring.

We watched her diamond cut his face; their public tussles a disgrace,

Our party booted more than once; from bars, even a school auction.

Their marriage-based hypocrisy, judging by standards they can’t meet.

Cinderella got it in for me when I reined in her girls’ party.

Was salve to sooth their marriage rash to find a common dupe to thrash?

As quietly Napoleon and Cinderella transferred their ire on me;

Then behind the scene, they laid a plan to leave me a broken man,

But consequence of happenstance hurt others worse than me.

When Napoleon and Cinderella gave my Love an ultimatum;

She promised them she’d weigh all facts, review the truth and prior acts.

Yet to their surprise she chose my side; a slight akin to suicide.

So sad said I, “Cinderella hates me more than she loves her sister-friend.”

Cinderella plays a life coach now; the irony still can make me howl.

Ms. hide-the-truth and deny-what’s-fact, now gets paid to dole advice.

As for Nap, he straight-up lied to me when I pondered their conspiracy,

All the while he’d hired a spy to trump-up what was not to find.

To prove the point; I gave a feint, next morn he filed a pre-emptive claim.

Such smoke and mirrors had no place except to muddle up the case.

Still the jury saw my cause was just; but Texas is as Texas does,

Another verdict nullified by an Appellate judge with neon lies.

Long goodwill gone; life carries on, but not the way some had once thought.

Left betrayal’s fool to the tortured tuition my Machiavellian mentor wrought,

Taught how some friends, blow with the wind, and he who has a buck to spend.

I could have kept this case in play but couldn’t bear to live that way.

Knowing justice may seem a fleeting hope with just one life to live,

Karma can have a fickle way and a Court not have the final say.

Napoleon knows the harm he did; a truth he’d prefer kept well hid,

But a pound of flesh I am still due from where or how, still up too.