So much for a secure site

So much for posting my work

In the safety of anonymity.

PEOPLE HAVE BEEN READING

MY POEMS AND STORIES!

Is nothing sacred?

I know, I can tell.

I found finger prints

On one of my recent stories.

And on a poem that I am

Particularly fond of…..

A smudge of egg salad.

You have no idea

How disconcerting that is.

I worry about people

Sitting at their computers

Sipping hot coffee

Or Coca Cola.

What if they should read

One of my hilarious pieces

And burst out in

Helpless laughter

Spraying my pages

With dark liquids.

I am in distress.

My mind conjures

Pictures of some woman

Eating a Hershey bar

As she erupts into tears

While reading my love poems.

I am vexed with

The thought that

Her Hershey will

Spew forth onto my words.

There must be rules……

Reading rules of order.

First, if one must

Read my work,

No drinks or food

At the computer.

No wine coolers,

And especially no PBJs.

That some intruders

Have the audacity

To smoke at the PC

Coating my creations

With yellow/brown tars.

If what I have applied to the page

Is THAT irresistible,

If one MUST peruse my library,

Swallow those M&Ms ……..

Drain that coffee cup and the bladder.

And then and only then, open my pages.

Thank you.

Wait!  I got it!  Peanut butter jelly!  Right?

I'm relieved background music is still ok.  It keeps me focused when reading and working.  Creative muse here Joe.