Every time you speak another

Pocket full of secrets spills out over others

And they are left there on their own clutching these secrets

Like they are holding on to jelly that may slip away

Falling into somebody else’s lap

And the stain that was contained has

Been passed on one to another

Touching all and any without restraint

And the secret that had no title

Has become an epidemic

Words whispered behind closed doors

Have reached proportions score after score

A virus that has become a plague

And the sage that has no filter

Of knowing when to stop

Does not realise what they have done

And said has an unwritten rule

That you don’t talk about anything that

You are not qualified to speak about

Just because its in the centre of your brain

Not all of that which you think you know needs

To be shared with every Tom Dick and Harry

The gentle heavy drops of acid rain

Impinge and stalk the disconnected and distraught

And you just walk on

Like nothing happened

As all the walls fall away behind you

And your pockets are empty

Until the same time next week