Meddler Poem by shimon weinroth
Meddler
point the finger
the secret is out
no longer cloaked with mystery
null and void
known to all
can walk about, talk about
supressed - the secret oppressed
nearly chocked to death
loomed out of proportion
child of fantasy's distortion
meddler, what prompted you
curiosity of truth,
ruthless one gossiping humour
enchantment of mystery gone
paraded by a jaded busybody
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