Our Dirty Little SecretsA Poem by Steven BowmanOnce they knew a secret, They needed it so rudely. When it came to a regret, Thinking over it abruptly.
Hey, you over on that hill, Don’t look at her like this. Look for a guy named Bill, Knowing all of my secrets.
Can’t stay away from that, All of our dirty little secrets. I need to find his friend Pat, It’s a fact, he’s all my regrets.
Jumping, he’s like Air Jordan, Sneaky little b*****d, stealing. Just it’s a miscommunication, He’s not just this very worthy. © 2018 Steven Bowman |
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