I ran across this poem the other day and it keeps popping into my head. It is about one of my least favorite things: gossip. This was written around 1994.
Gossip
It starts deep down
At the bottom of the city
Aint this a pity
With all the gritty
Gossip to be told
You tell on those you hate
You tell on those you behold
Why must it be this way?
Turning your back on who you love
To impress those who hate you
Gossip comes from the downtown beauty shops
From downtown it travels up
Spreading around like a nasty, old germ
Making the heads of uppity people turn
It attracts your attention
When you hear someone mention
A little piece of gossip
You know you need to stop it
Maybe one day gossip will stop
Because you need to lend an ear
To listen to all the gossip there is to hear.
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