Whisper
mutter, mutter
scratch
Through this latest
batch
of lies
upon the social table,
the one
which
is never stable.

Cackle
laugh and
moan
groan with
hate and
lies,
sigh when others
talk
watch them
as they walk.

Watch
stare
glare
Keep the victim
unaware
of their
humiliation
and jest in frustration
of their blindness
you sneer
and say you
do them
kindness.

'Two Faced'
such ironic satire
that when
others
inquire and
act
all high
and
mighty.

"This is how
it must be."

Amass
march and
shout
Breathe about
how you
want them
out.

Seethe and
bubble
on the
quiet
I feel done
with this
diet
of
gossip.

Someone tell me how to stop it?