Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Nov 7
Not sure I want to know
Or even want to be
Privy to this party
That's churning underneath

Somethings bout to blow
I feel it coming on
No longer is a secret
For those in the know

Doesn't take a giant leap
These details in the deed
Stamped, for your eyes only
This conspiracy

What's the matter now
Is what's the matter then
And yet we still can't figure out
To take it on the chin

It's all a part of life
This harbinger of death
Would you like that extra dry
Or will you take it wet

All those in the know
And those that tend to be
Privy to this party
That's churning underneath
Mike Hauser
Written by
Mike Hauser  Sunny Florida
(Sunny Florida)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems