By Doris AC Johnson, MA of Psy, ABA

A side chick is like an extra plate

it’s like dinner before dessert

but there’s no wait 

there’s no nagging no insistence

and you can keep your business your business 

holidays are the following days

there’s no pressure for this forever and always

you can come in early you can leave late

and there’s no eggshells or walking on crates

she’s at your beck and calling

and there is no love to fall in

and there is always food on the table

and unlike wife one

she’s available and able

pay a light bill

buy some groceries

get cable

and she will be wife two with no label

the new wife is different

less than significant

she’s a deflection from where your feelings went

she needs no glass slipper

she’s fine with kissing a toad

and waking up to a bed that’s cold

eventually, that’s going to get old

she’s perfectly fine with being your mistress and mattress

your acrobat and actress

she will be loyal and not deviate from the plan

Though she’s not your misses

You are her man

Oh no…she’s not cheap

She comes with a price

With you in her life

She gets gravy on her rice

She’s no idiot

She’s not taking crumbs

Like those adoring fans

And the rest of the dumbs dumbs

She wants you to get your affairs in order

Because she is someone’s mother and daughter

She understandable knows the rules

But  hopes that if the boat starts to sink

You‘ll get out in pull

All those empty promises covered in trips and jewels

That he’s leaving the old life so for a time, it’s cool 

Because secretly she wants her forever to be happy

To lay up, eat junk food, and watch movies that are sappy

Tired of being his chicken noodle soup with a soda on the side

Always a bridesmaid and never a bride

You are alone with company

Stop this foolishness and fuckery

realize and accept you are a crime of opportunity

You don’t have to be second to none

Because somewhere out there you are, someone’s one