Keeping things clandestine
surely isn’t done so easy
it builds in your intestine
’til it gets you feeling queasy
Next thing you know you’re fuming
at the smallest of infractions
Your brain is always zooming
during all your interactions
You think maybe they know
from the way your phrase came out
and how hurriedly they go
when you start to show your clout
Sometimes you sit there waiting
for that knock upon the door
why are they hesitating
to tell everything and more
Finally your brain is cooked
you can’t help but sing that song
turns out maybe you mistook
them knowing all along
The Mewriginal 
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