perhaps it was the weakness,
brought on with aspic jelly,
perhaps the truthfulness
that lives inside me.
i admitted it was me, and in
the confusion babbled and fought
embarasment. it is truthful
and honest work i do each day,
yet i am discovered now.
secrets will come out, lies will catch
you some day, they do say.
he was a nice man, who explained,
who takes photographs. I will leave
him gifts.
sbm.
Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 2:46 AM UTC
perhaps it was the weakness,
brought on with aspic jelly,
perhaps the truthfulness
that lives inside me.
i admitted it was me, and in
the confusion babbled and fought
embarasment. it is truthful
and honest work i do each day,
yet i am discovered now.
secrets will come out, lies will catch
you some day, they do say.
he was a nice man, who explained,
who takes photographs. I will leave
him gifts.
sbm.
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