Inside the rumors; were the secretive touches <br />and the corner of the eye glances. <br />The neighbors had seen them first; on a towel <br />out by the backyard plastic pool. <br />It didn’t take a high powered set of binoculars <br />to see the heat of his thoughts. <br />Little dimples and tiny cheeks <br />warmed by a tanning summer sun <br />as they played with his little rubber ducky. <br />His wife never suspected it had only cost him <br />10 cents per glass for the lemonade... <br /> <br />2008 © T Sheridan<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/capitalism-out-of-control/
