Mine, Mine, Mine

Petraeus got a little on the side.
The side had got a little settled in,
And, fearing that a coup might e’er begin,
Began a vain attempt to sit astride
Petraeus permanently.  Pity, she
Had only her possessiveness to blame
For losing what had been her biggest claim
To keeping her in service, that a free
And, as of yet, still hidden paramour
Had yet avoided answering to men
Who’d make him quit ere seeing her again.
I wonder what our jealousy is for,
But losing what we’d never really gained
While we attempt to keep it all contained.