Gossip
You know the saying talk is cheap
It is indeed and it leaps
It leaps from one’s mouth like frogs trapped in jars.
Also like a speeding car.
It’s hard to stop frogs and a speeding car
Also hard to stop words that scar
They sting like whips
To gossipers tasty chips
Gossipers start fire
Which is dire
It burns their victims in hell-like inferno
Where you can only scream no
No one hears you except for a few
The ones who care are mostly dew
They can’t fight alone
If they come together like clones
Maybe than the inferno would diminish
It may even vanish
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