usual usually and generally speaking
lend me your ears,
have you heard
did you hear
the latest news
wrapped in cellophane of smear,
passed on
with relish and catsup
not always concise and never precise
dazzling with invective
and added spice
gloating over
the fractured, faltered and fallen
loss of face held up to the light
with delight of spite
is what we do when telling
tales and stories
of glory and fame, gone up in flame
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