Who Steals My Purse Steals Trash
Who Steals My Purse Steals Trash
By Elton Camp
“Who steals my purse steals trash. ‘Tis something, nothing; ‘twas mine, ‘tis his.
But he that filches from me my good name robs me of that which not enriches him, and makes me poor indeed.” – William Shakespeare
Slander we may hear and repeat almost every day
To get close attention we need only speak that way
This can occur no matter how hard it is that we try
To avoid getting involved with some deliberate lie
About others it is all-too-easy to believe the worst
And once having heard, we must pass it on or burst
So often to appear not to spread slander is our goal
“Now you must promise me that this won’t be told.”
When we, ourselves, have made a promise like that
All too soon, from the bag sprang the scandalous cat
For with human nature we all are acquainted too well
We can’t keep quiet when we have juicy story to tell
And once a sensational story has been spread about
That most will believe and repeat there is no doubt
Copyright © Elton Camp | Year Posted 2011
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