Tired of malicious gossip and rancid rumors
of generation X versus baby boomers.
Tired of 24/7 news tickers mixed with commercials
of politicians speeches and shopping channels.
Tired of professional liars and fake success stories
of stock market bubbles and financial worries.
Tired of living in fear and eating sugary crap
of being left in the cold without a coat or a hat.
Tired of being told what to do
of listing to people who do not have a clue.
If the end was near would we know
or would there be another TV reality show?
To fill the void to fill the gap
for where we are going there is no map.
Gossip Kills Writers’ Cramp
Gossip Kills
Sam Adams
Often thought of the adage
That Gossip kills.
He was both a great gossiper
A great storyteller
Had the Irish wit
Of his mother.
But he had been the victim
Of malicious gossip
Over the years.
For Sam was also a player
In the game of seduction
And had broken many a heart
Along the way.
And sometimes those whose affections
He had broken with
Would return and take revenge
On him.
Returning sarcastic comments
For sarcastic comment
And letting gossip do its dirty work.
All fair in love and war
Sam thought.
While nursing a beer
In the Cosmos Bar.
In Bangkok.
The City of Lost Angels.
Methinks I'll spread some malicious gossip
Like ya'know what's hidden in the Prez's pocket
Juicy naughty stuff
Holds meetings in the buff
No males allowed, just girlies with sockets
Why hate?
Why be vindictive?
Why spread malicious gossip?
Why does the soul have to be black?
Why not choose to be white and pure?
Why not love?
Why not have peace?
Is all the” Whys” that important that it improves your lives?
That all the “Whys” hurt so many spiritual, physical, and mentally.
Is it people goals to see others miserable?
How can one be happy to cause so much hate and discontent?
Where is the respect of value and dignity of human life?
Why not be the man or woman that God created in his own image
and live the way God wants us to live.
Genesis 1:27 27 So God created mankind in his own image, in the image of God he created them; male and female he created them.
12/23/2019
Methinks I'll spread some malicious gossip
Like ya'know what's hidden in the Prez's pocket
Juicy naughty stuff
Holds meetings in the buff
No males allowed, just girlies with sockets
Methinks I'll spread some malicious gossip
Like ya'know what's hidden in the Prez's pocket
Juicy naughty stuff
Holds meetings in the buff
No males allowed, just girlies with sockets
Cessation the love
Household has been scattered
When love lost
Humming in the community
Malicious gossip in the society
Disorder in the society
Degrading the society
Society has been scattered
When love lost
Humming in the state
Malevolent rumour in the state
As the day chameleon to night
Insomnia in state
Peace elude state
State has been scattered
When love lost
Mystery to nation
When love lost
Oh! It is a dream
Why do we stop loving
While love exist
Love is above all existent
Lucy Swain
1861 - 1896
Lies! Lies! All damnable lies!
I know the injustice of malicious gossip.
I know the outrage of a loose evil tongue.
In life, I was Lucy Swain, the maligned!
I was Lucy Swain, the indignant!
In truth, I was Lucy Swain, the law-abiding, god-fearing victim
Who resided over on Milton Avenue
With her bent-over heart-broken mother.
In fact, I was Lucy Swain, the innocent weeping victim
Of a thousand cruel hypocritical stares.
And so, let me shout it out
As loudly as my silent soul can,
From my deep grave here in Clark Cemetery:
I never set foot, not once, on Rideout Ranch!
I never set eyes on the winking blue orbs
Of the devastatingly handsome George Towne,
That philandering cad with the fine derby hat.
I never tasted the warm pulsating kisses from his sweet-tasting, pursed lips.
And I never felt the caressing electric touch
Of his firm groping fingers upon my bosom,
There, under the old cedar tree on Rideout Ranch!
Lies! All lies!
And as God is my witness
I never spent even one gloriously romantic moment
In the embrace of the incredibly strong arms
Of the sexy man married to Fannie Towne!
Amen!