He Said, She Said

A can of worms has opened up And so much slithered out That every accusation now Contains a seed of doubt. A leer, a touch, a grope, a rape, All met with a denial, Including those kept secret for Much longer than a while. The lawyers pounce; the tabloids print The sordid tales, supposing That those in power had much more Than egos for exposing. And so we listen as each day The accusations mount Which soon enough will be much more Than we can even count.