Dish the Dirt
"I have this spilling tea that would blend this conversation."
Does it speak beyond your intelligence and profession?
When words become bullets, that’s when you start pulling the trigger.
How can you murder names with joy and act like a winner?
Maybe noontime discussions are more absorbing when it’s all about rumors.
But gossips don’t make the truth, honey; They grow like tumors.
I heard you enjoy telling the mistakes of people. Can you please tell me what’s mine?
This cynical culture of yours fits your brand and design.
So I will never be adorned with your words of affirmation.
They are built with deception, jealousy, and false inspiration.
I’d rather be a mediocre who lost his gains over the years;
Not a sycophant who’s been pleasing others for leers.
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