Aight... this one is kinda thrown together half-hazardly... pardon my ham-handed dust, but I'm at work, and I keep getting interrupted and well... here ya go.
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On every other day,
Wifey confronts him
He bristles

But every Thursday evening, he whistles

Smiling softly to himself
As he relives the stolen wealth
Of his overtime crime
His prime-time dime

Now surely,
These deviously dubious,
Devilishly,
Delicious daily diversions
Make it difficult to mend the fractured union
But this break is beyond repair
And it remains a welcome relief from the grief-stricken
Tragic marriage that now threatens to crush his chest with a baby carriage

He begged for release
Wifey stood by her lease
And promised an increase in options, that snowed cyanide
Accumulated guilt from threats spoken in pride
Like child-separation, she’d move to divide
Father from offspring, she’d slaughter all ties…
Even so far as to sing of suicide
Compelling him to abide

Those on the outside
Judge and condemn what he hides
As the selfish act of a man with a chick on the side
Realize and reside in what guides on this page
Caged bird cannot sing with a shattered ribcage
But classic poetry aside

Every Thursday evening, he whistles

The sun rarely shines
But he is brightly greeted
Every Thursday morning by his willing diversion
Resigned to her role in his weekly perversions

He takes his time when he kisses her bare
Skin upon skin, breathing can begin
Reality melts into dreams with great care
He takes his time when he kisses her bare
Soon he’ll return from this secret they share
Declared in this darkness, society’s sin
He takes his time when he kisses her bare
Skin upon skin, breathing can begin

Thursday evening, he returns home
Assuming his roles
Quiet, unassuming, income provider
Reluctant husband and devoted father
He begins to whistle…