Skeptics Night Poem by Val Brooklyn Rogers

Not sure about things of life.
Let's call it skeptical.

Not accepting second handed.
Say IT'S unacceptable.
Is that reasonable?
If so then call it reasonability.

Excluding most over thinking
Let's stay on track.


Nothing but the pleasurable
All immeasurable, favorable spoken truths.
That word is my BOND JACK.

Stand on truth John
All reliable.

If I deny this, then it will prove
Deniable.
If there's no LIGHT at the end,
Can't see a thing.
Call it UNSEEABLE

ZERO VISIBILITY
SPEAK EASY you see it's the

Squeeky wheel that gets all the OIL.
If all things stay in SECRET but is
Denied in PUBLIC.
Then some where in there lays a LIE.

CLICK CLICK CIRCUMSTANCE
AS a ROSY CARNATION ROMANCE

Speak easy. At ease
Say what you said.
Let the truth not be dead.


Seal this stack of secret thoughts.
Just between us.AS IN WE.


IT'S NO ASSAULT.
THERE'S NO FAULT.
Anybody spoke up, get choked up?


Hardly a CADILLAC. DREAM,
not sure of that.
I'm skeptical.
A bonofied skeptic
Elliptical, electrical MAYBE


Right back a skeptic
Drinking wine

The truth brew
So CLIP THE COOL.