Written for the Writers Island prompt - Embarrassing Predicament.
Ever been in a situation like this before, the sergeant asks.
Miracles only ever happen behind closed doors when you’re not there.
Before you open your mouth again I should think about your thinking.
Also, it has been a long time since you last went to church on Sunday.
Really you should write to me more often, if you want to hear my news.
Rice and rice cakes are on the menu at the masked ball, don’t eat too many.
Already it’s time to go, I know you don’t want to but that’s the rule.
Someone somewhere will look back sometime and that someone will find me out.
So what do I do now, how can I ever escape these prison walls?
Me, and my big mouth, got you into this fiasco in the first place.
Even though the situation is Kafkaesque, there is still some hope.
Not a lot of people know about this secret society, yet.
Though when they do, I will not be the first to die of embarrassment.