Wrath Of Gossip - Poem by G.R. Gaus
Some people simply like being alone,
It stirs nosey people into talking;
The mystery, of that person unknown,
Changes the voice, into squawking.
Did you hear the one about so and so?
They don't mix in, with our crowd;
Must be some reason, they never go,
This behavior, is simply not allowed.
Sooner or later the rumors will fly,
Although it's not meant, to harm;
We know how rumors, grow inside,
Until someone, sets off the alarm.
Innocent people, threatened by smear,
Wrath of gossip, on rumor thrives;
Devious demeanor, far and near,
Affecting many; unknowing lives.
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