More secretz?

What’s eating at your conscience?
or more to the point
what’s eating at mine?

All the time and that’s a lot of time
something awkward decides to dine
on me and my conscience.

It’s impertinent not to
firstly ask

Anyway, whatever,
something chews on yours
the same as it chews on mine,

I suppose
that if our consciences were
that something,
would have nowhere
to dine.

© 2017, John Smallshaw.