The Lost Art of Keeping a Secret

The Lost Art of Keeping a Secret

It’s hard to relax with this monkey on my back

I locked it in the cupboard but it keeps on coming back

I don’t know what it wants, bananas just don’t work

I wish he’d stay away, the annoying little jerk

It’s whispering a secret that nobody wants to know

An inconvenient truth that I heard a while ago

If you listen really close, I know you’ll hear it too

Listen to what the monkey has to say to you…

I know what you did
I know who you are
I know about that time
When you let it go too far
I know all your secrets
I know all your lies
You can’t hide from me
And I wont compromise
I’m the reflection in the mirror
I’m the whisper in your mind
You can’t run from me
I wont be left behind
I’m not the monkey on your back
I’m the conscience that you hide
I’m the one who keeps you honest
And I will not be denied

16 Comments


  1. This is magically beautiful, you’ve written it so elegantly with the just the right word choice!

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      Thanks for reading and enjoying 🙂

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      Thank you!

      1. Your poem with the Fortune prompt today is good too. The only monkey you have on your back is an ability to express your thoughts really well.

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          Thanks again. I do love to write and I hope it shows in the words I produce.

      1. LOL,…. I’ve just always wanted a place to use that line!! But, I need an eye patch and a bird on my soldier!

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          So you want me to poke you in the eye and perch on your shoulder? You do know that bird is slang for woman here?

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              Well that’s at least one thing you learned today!

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                  Brits use it too so if some of your space marines are from the old motherland they can say it.

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