Karma Is A Pitch
People do say that Karma is a B*tch, but I think she is more like pitch, fertile fruitful field that keeps the seeds of your actions as it undergoes years of patient growth.
If you are found in every nook and cranny and for Dick's and Harry's you let your a*s under and yet you still dream of a marriage that will not hit asunder then my friend you must be a joker.
You patiently potently put your prudent harvester into the farmland another woman has tearfully sown, you reap the latent labour that took her many faithful years to grow, you find pleasure in digging wells of tears on weak innocent faces. You like a god keep demanding the physical, emotional and financial offering from a man who you have no hands in his blessing, you engage another woman's husband in the game of rod and rings but I hope you know that every time you miss happily married men, you sow a seed that will grow to keep your husband out till 1am attending to numerous going girls who are happily planting kisses on his lips, kisses that has been harvested from your perilous seeds.
We all are farmers and no farmer plants without the intent of reaping and no farmer reaps without the process of planting. Everyday we plant and everyday we reap but that which we reap today is the blooming boisterous basket of that which was planted yesterday. Do not plant that which will later grow to hurt you.