Our Dirty Little Secrets

Our Dirty Little Secrets

A Poem by Steven Bowman

Once 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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Added on June 14, 2018
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