Wide Inside Society

Mind your business
You long nosed clowns
All you who come to know first
I know your lips can’t wait to tell.

Those long beaking things,
Pierce through the walls that shield me
Making me an open field for poachers.

When you stare at my face,
Your nose dives into my affairs.

There’s a secret that you don’t know;
Your cup of tea grows cold, stale even.

Feed on my mistakes today
Tomorrow it’s a stake pointing at your chest

If you must dream for me,
Then you must also learn to sleep on my behalf.

Vera