I hereby dedicate this poem to those individuals out there who know and share my pain...

Burnt out relationship

The saying goes that three's a crowd,
And yes, sometimes that’s right.
But I’ll confess, for many years
Whilst I've been out at night,
I may have been indulging
In some rather naughty fun
With two young gentlemen at once,
Instead of just the one.

It's not that I'm unfaithful,
Or a liar, or a cheat,
They know the score - in fact, I find
When one of them I meet
It's often he who will suggest
The other comes along.
I guess this threesome love affair
Has just gone on too long.

But, as another saying goes,
All things come to an end.
And now it seems the fates conspire
To cause a brand new trend
To impact on our threesome
And the life that we have had.
Yet, while I know it's right, and that
Our way of life was bad,

I cannot help but feel a pang,
A sense of real regret
Because our current way of life
We'll soon have to forget.
I must confess I'm not convinced
That this will be the end.
We've been so close so long -
How could I simply ditch a friend?

Yet, now I'm growing older,
There's a fact I have to face:
My mind and body can no longer
Really hack the pace.
I used to wake up feeling fine
And free of sin and shame.
These days, I just feel guilty
And plain knackered, and in pain.

So, while I cannot give up both
My loves at the same time,
To keep them both, society says,
Would simply be a crime.
So, as of this July the 1st,
Upon the social scene
I'm sticking with you, Al Kohol,
So farewell, Nick O'Teen.