Words out of the head too ink,
letting others know what we think.
Private thoughts slipping out,
via the so called poetic route.
Versing and rhyming team,
nothing but a tell all scheme.

Inner feelings seeping through,
every word wrote by me and you.
Sometimes not even knowing,
some of the gut inks showing.
I'm tired of spilling the beans,
thinking about zipping up the jeans.

It is truly evident,
that I am quite confident.
But a lot of my word,
I do not want it heard.
I end up inking it anyway,
in almost all I write to say.

What a trap!

G