Fugitive From Gossip

terza rima Years of experience, a discovery - I can speak without making use of my jaws. Prudence and patience are rudimentary. Some folks get their kicks using scuttlebutt claws. Their tongues' crude vitality comes with closed eyes; emotional blindness - the probable cause. Starting with prejudice, they out and out lie. When asked, I stand silent, comments I refuse. To their third-degree grilling I can't reply. Some fake aggravation, crying through tissues. But demurring to speak, objection I raise. Honesty is one of many dead issues. Bidding no farewell, I leave, making my case, which makes me their next target, no hesitance. My objection overruled, noise fills the place. Turning my back on verbal vindictiveness, this fugitive from gossip needs no redress. 13 March 2016