But Denise the ceilings have ears and eyes are in every wall. Argus hides in the cloud spying on your Uncle Sam bobble doll, which nods nervously on the dash looking for a place to crawl. And if Argus spies it then she spies you because no one accuses you of being small. Everything you hide is a peepshow behind a thin glass wall. Every lewd whisper and Judas kiss is recorded for instant recall. But Denise - Denise denies it all. Luvgood Carp, Editor-in-Chief
Very nice. I like the line ‘the ceilings have ears
and eyes are in every wall’
Thanks for sharing.
Thanks very much.
This is a most meaningful level of paranoia for which I am, personally, most grateful.
Yours in mindfulness, – J
Thanks very much, Josie.
Love this poem!