It’s infuriating

When someone has a secret

And is all hush hush about it

Winking and hinting about its power

To disorient

The more it’s a secret

The more I want to know

Tease it out

Ask twenty questions

Bribe the fucking secret succubus

With my own

Very worn out secrets

Such as they are

But since they are my only trade goods they

Will have to do. Admittedly

I am not a very good negotiator

Impatient and

Too lazy to lie.

My mother took most of her secrets to the grave

Never spelled out but tantalizing

Now I’ll never know

And with my mother I had nothing to trade

She knew all my secrets already.

About Karen To and Fro

Everything you didn't want to know about me!
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