I know what you did last night.
You argued with your wive.
My mother can't take a hint,
How to raise us kids.
I just pretend I don't hear all and see all,
But it's kind of good you don't know.
When a guest comes it's quiet at night .
As soon as they leave it continues with strife.
No one's intentions were to bother me.
But who am I to ask, wonder, ponder, believe,
That I and this conflict directly result in me.
YOU ARE READING
Last Night
PoetryDark poem collection from the span of a few years, slowly editing the early ones. The later ones are pretty good. Don't be afraid to give feedback. Please read, vote, and comment!
