No One Wants To Know

When they found him,
blind drunk in the back seat of his car,
with dildos and poppers, and panties, and porn
spread everywhere,

all he wanted to do was plead and get sent
as fast as possible
before anyone learned the truth.

But the facts were just too juicy not to spread around,
and word went out before he sobered up
the next morning.

He got sent alright,
and for that everyone was grateful
because no one wanted
to have to hear an explanation
for what went down
day after day
for the next six months.

We all have
our backseats of secrets,
no one wants to know.