Spat
The wet sidewalk glistens in the street lights
The dampness from the rain makes my hair curl
Your words hurled at me in anger still bites
Sheets of rain now falling, my umbrella I unfurl

How could you speak to me in such a manner
I don't deserve your ire, your epitome of evil
Do you think I carry all my secrets on a banner
To wave to the world and cause great upheaval?

The secrets I have belong to me and me alone
You cannot pry them from me though you try
You are not worthy, even if you sat on a throne
They will not be revealed no matter how you pry

So go now. Leave me. Turn your steps the other way
Stop asking for my secrets. On this I will not budge
Your stinging words still hurt and for this your gonna pay
I never will, not ever, give you my secret recipe for
fudge.

Copyright © 2005 Lunaria (Lila May Guptill)