What Nobody Found Out

By Chris Walden

Let’s try something new.

Rancid yellow liquid and

stinking brown lumps

in a Styrofoam cup.

I take the bet and don’t tell.

Putrid stench within

the beacon in my hand.

Yeah, this party is pretty great –

isn’t it?

Oh hey, haven’t seen

you in a long time.

What’s this? Oh, uh –

it’s a new mixed drink.

Weirdo girls playing DDR,

a game made for dance stars,

not American Idols,

Stray a little too close and –

SPLASH!

“Watch where the hell

you’re going, loser!

You got beer on my shirt!

Aw my God! Yuck!

Ewwwwww!”

I laugh,

hide the truth.

She really thinks it’s beer.

Party is pretty great, huh?