Mathematical deceit

In your deceitful love triangle,

You play a 180° betrayal.

Too obtuse to ever be seen

In a good light again.


Your husband and lover

Have resorted to a 40° resentment.

Too acute angles in

The 180° mess you've made.


On the outer angle of things,

You have a reflex (angle)

That allows you to bend and

Touch the toes of subtlety;

A manoeuvre of dishonesty.


You feel you have at least

A 100° justification of your actions,

But society frowns upon scalene affairs.

No matter how complimentary each angle is.