"cheating" poem

cheating is choice, not an accident
all those lustful nights with her you spent.
rotten man you've always been.
you don't know God, so it's not sin.
you don't care of how you act
or how your four kids will react.
Do you feel bad even a little?
The trust that was became so brittle.
How could you lust after another?
Your wife at home, she is a mother.
The pain you gave, a scar it made
When they all know, they'll feel betrayed.
But who cares about them, right?
You're sneaking out again tonight.