Gossip Poem by Olorode Olorunleke

Come up here to hear
Things which have not been heard
You who chew fow's anus in no fear
Do all you've done make you glad?

Dear dear friend

You see that gossip kills the future
Don't you know, he's a timid lad?
A coward that doesn't hit to pasture
No wonder he never grows

His talks are how he is
No wonder the Juris count him not worthy
Run from him and live
Let each conversations heard be verified

Run run, my dear run

Please oh please
Send him out of the household of Christ.


©️olorunleke olorode