"ain't none of my business" poem

This is for Day 12 of the April PAD challenge, an "ain't none of my business" poem.

I had a roommate who worked on secret things alone,
On mysteries, that neither him nor I was meant to know.
On murky evenings much went on behind his door:
The sounds that roared, the smoke that seeped through cracks,
The indecipherable intonations, lights that flashed.
What he'd seen or heard or looked upon with naked mind,
I couldn't conceive, and he wouldn't dare to leave behind.
He disappeared, and nothing more was heard,
Departing willingly or being taken away
I couldn't say and won't investigate.
There's things best kept undisturbed.

This is for Day 12 of the April PAD challenge, an "ain't none of my business" poem.

I had a roommate who worked on secret things alone,
On mysteries, that neither him nor I was meant to know.
On murky evenings much went on behind his door:
The sounds that roared, the smoke that seeped through cracks,
The indecipherable intonations, lights that flashed.
What he'd seen or heard or looked upon with naked mind,
I couldn't conceive, and he wouldn't dare to leave behind.
He disappeared, and nothing more was heard,
Departing willingly or being taken away
I couldn't say and won't investigate.
There's things best kept undisturbed.

"ain't none of my business" poem

This is for Day 12 of the April PAD challenge, an "ain't none of my business" poem. I had a roommate who worked on secret things alone, On mysteries, that neither him nor I was meant to know. On murky evenings much went on behind his door: The sounds that roared, the smoke that seeped through cracks, The indecipherable intonations, lights that flashed. What he'd seen or heard or looked upon with naked mind, I couldn't conceive, and he wouldn't dare to leave behind. He disappeared, and nothing more was heard, Departing willingly or being taken away I couldn't say and won't investigate. There's things best kept undisturbed.