Paranoid Poem by shimon weinroth

they sit in confidante, of close proximity
speaking and whispering, leaning
toward one another in full rapport
tones and overtones carry notes of
secrets, jeers and sneers

I try to overhear, eaves drop, and spy
surely I am the object of discussion
why else smile and laugh,
involved they do not notice, I stay and tarry
attend upon their converse, accosted they sigh

Do you know the road to 'None Such Place'
there is indeed such a lane in merry Londonium