“She’s fair game,” they told him
After all, he’s not there to see her tears glisten
The way she sighs; against the tide – wishing
Hair all adrift; blown in the wind
He wasn’t there the past years
Silent witness to past fears
Lessons of lies driven again and against
The path of least resistance
An unfriendly baton between scared thighs
It took a while, but finally she got it
Unfortunately what she got was a wrong message
So they said “she’s fair game,” little did they know,
They were talking about a Jezebel in Ruth’s clothing
A Jezebel of their own making.
Who’s fair game?