"Gossisp is Junkfood"

Gossip is junkfood-
Cheap talk dressed up like a
Meal,

Served by people who stay

And seasoning them
Hungry 
For somebody else's 
Downfall. 

It hits quicks
Salty,
Messy,
Leaves the tongue filled 
In things you can't swallow 
Back

People snack on rumors 
Like chips in a defective 
Bowl,

Crunching  half-truths 
And seasoning them-

With their own self-doubt.

They pass around 
Somebody's pain
Like hors d'oeuvres 

At a party they weren't invited to.

But I spit fire now-

Clean fire,
Classy fire,
The kind that burns off
Nonsense

Without lowering itself
To their level.

I don't eat lies
I don't serve them.

I don't sit at tables
Where truth is elective. 

Gossip is junkfood-

All flavor, no value,
All noise, no weight

Truth though...

Truth is a plated dish,
Made slow,
Made with hands
That know precisely 
Who they 're feeding.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

Poem

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Be the first to comment on this poem. Encourage this poet.

Get a Premium Membership
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace