Hoping I Do Not Intend To Do So Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

If I was told by another,
Something I had not researched myself...
To declare as fact.
And I went ahead to whisper into the ears of others,
A rumor heard hoping my telling would keep intact...
I then become an accessory,
To unnecessary and unsolicited lip movement.
Open to be subjected to direct and vicious cussing.
IF...
I was told by another something I had not researched.

That's why if I am asked if I can keep a secret,
I immediately begin to laugh.
Because the one who has asked that question,
Is hoping I do not intend to do so.