Everyone spills something eventually
The tea about others
The beans about themselves
Actually people love spilling
Tea it’s a pastime
But oh the beans
One has to practically
Be a dentist sometimes
To yank the truth
Out of peoples mouths
I just don’t understand
Why spreading lies is
Such folly for folks
But telling on themselves
Is near to impossible
Give me the bean
Burrito skip the tea
When you say that
You love someone else
What you are really
Saying is that they’re
Enough enough for you
Perfect enough pretty enough
Funny enough kissable enough
They are not everything
What they likely are
Is everything you aren’t
And more than enough
Expect me to vomit
Hold the bag steady
It’s going to come
Out wave after wave
I’ve kept it in
For a long time
Keep your distance stand
Clear because it’s coming
Poisoned memories heartbreak disillusion
One heave after another
Like unloading the corpses
I will need time
After spinning so long
Like a goofy child
Falling to the ground
Watching the world fly
Like knowing I shouldn’t
But yes I did
Drink that last Manhattan
Now not even familiar
Seems similar to anything
Let me find bed
And sleep off the
Past few hard years
And emerge no worse
For the wear there
Sometimes things just don’t
Dreams so often hoped
Situations that appear great
Someone that surprised you
Someplace stumbled upon accidentally
All seem right then
But don’t turn out
Like parties nobody attends
Like gifts never wanted
But always lovingly given
Or like Christmas Eve
Snow that never arrives
Right guy wrong time
These are some disappointments
That’re best left behind
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 