Short Eavesdropper Poems

tap ---  tap ---  feet and beak

     worms still  ---  eavesdropper doom  sounds

         sharp hunger above...

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anger, betrayal, confusion, how i feel, life, spoken word

BITE YOUR TONGUE ©

Tongues march forth in a wicked line---
From harvests of viciousness potent as wine….
Their stories can escalate to a viper’s bite!
Victims do retaliate in a set manner of ‘like’---
If not taught understanding and shame….
They will ‘too’ also walk bent and lame.
Bite one’s tongue a fore it splits---   
And the eavesdropper is made ‘deaf’ to all words!...

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Truth is, my fellow peers throughout my school years,
I am the unintentional eavesdropper, the one who is so quiet that I actually listen.
I listen to everything you whisper or speak loudly of to each other,
Sitting at my desk working as hard as I can.
Honestly, part of me feels like a mad genius who feels high above you,
Yet another part is someone who can absorb your behaviour or speech,
Someone who deep down is just exactly as lazy and talkative, when I want to be....

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