to trickle out
of all those men
and women,
that visited the infamous island,
known for it's debauchery,
you begin to hear
the reasons,
the excuses of those that
frequented the place,
and why they were friends
with
the Lord of the Flies.
it was business, they say.
politics,
i'm his lawyer, his car mechanic,
his chef,
his friend, his accountant.
i was writing a book,
we were brainstorming,
it was another sweet sixteen
birthday party.
i got on the wrong plane.
it wasn't me.
it was just lunch.
we played cards all night.
it was a fishing expedition.
we were bird
watching.
he owed me money.
it was his annual cheerleading
outfit contest
for college scholarships.
we played charades all night.
really, that's it all was.
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