Spat

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)