Gossip

Gossip Poem Lionel Derbyshire O scratchy ear Why you itch Is someone near ? I am just sitting down Looking at a tile Which is plastered down On a floor With an empty soul. I contemplate With frightly expectations. No thing is guaranteed. I hear scandal Lip's are describing me Heartly tearing me Their word's are not dear Tearing right down to the bone. They myth and they lie Festering my flesh. Their knives are long Castor could be right .. Pollux could be wrong Bright stars dim me light Gemini's out of sight Their justice talking Music to my ears ? Or lyrical decadence What is the difference .. In their deceit There to amuse Their lie's of me. Their bugs don't hurt They stab in my back Right into my pride. Word's sorely heard.