Motor Mouth - Poem by Shannon Greenwald
Friends are something of a rarity,
You may have few true friends
And yet you are friendly with tons of people.
And for some you may have no friends, or one friend.
I love people who think that they have such a mass of friends
That nothing could touch them.
Everyone likes them, and they know it.
But it is false.
And this is what they don’t know.
It’s a hard lesson to learn, one most people never do.
The problem with people who haven’t learned this lesson is
That they talk to the people with whom they think they are friends,
About everybody else.
It doesn’t matter if they like them or not,
People will talk about others.
Gossip is a foul word in my mouth,
It could be used to a person’s advantage without causing any harm at all.
But false friends use it to hurt.
So to the people who use the miracle of the
To harm others wrongly,
You need to realize
You don’t really have any friends.
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