No One Knows Who With This Sits Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

How can anyone suspect,
An undetected resentment.
If one in secret keeps this protected.
Until those moments come to expose it.
To inflict and leave,
A venomous deed.

Deceit has been bred to feed,
Too long.
No one knows who slithers with it.
Before bitten.

No one knows who with this sits.
Keeping it hidden.
This should be forbidden,
But isn't!

How can anyone suspect,
An undetected resentment.
If one in secret keeps this protected.
Until those moments come to expose it.
To inflict and leave,
A venomous deed.

No one knows who with this sits.
Keeping it hidden.
This should be forbidden,
But isn't!

Deceit has been bred to feed,
Too long.
No one knows who slithers with it.
Before bitten.