What’s private’s private. Might someone need keep out
of what’s not? If so let’s hope you don’t read. Keep out.
But you’re ok. Really. You think not, but you’re fine.
It’s that dude you drag along. I only wish he’d keep out.
Google, I won’t turn search indexing off for the others,
but I wish you gone. I want privacy guaranteed. Keep out.
My therp has this thing about my writing getting her in
to the real me. Coming here to see me bleed? Keep out.
We’re liars. We’re assholes and bitches. We’re waste.
If that’s what she really thought of us, she’d keep out.
The NSA might be snooping? Hey feds, I’m harmless
so long as I’m deluded that I’ve been freed. Keep out!
Oh, Sara was way too trusting leaving us what she left.
We loved her, yes, but if we had any honor we’d keep out.
“Your sin’s exiling any reader at all,” my muse advises.
“Censor what’s written. What might succeed, keep out.”
prompted by Daily Prompt: Keep Out
at the Daily Post
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