Silent But Deadly
Ugly noises A La Carte...
Hick ups, Belches and worse than those.
Some; warm the cockles of your heart,
and singe the hair in your nose.
Pickled eggs and beer, the eve before
never mix with office politics.
The “Silent But Deadly” fog over the floor
has never been re-created in flicks.
You feel the effects of silent explosion,
while eyes water, and paint peeling commences.
Then comes the tale telling erosion,
in conversation and confusion of senses.
Consider the loner who walks the hall
and turns to make sure no one is present.
Then hikes one hip, bounces one off the wall,
and laughs for leaving something unpleasant.
© Apr 3 2010
Copyright © Charles Henderson | Year Posted 2010
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