Prolixity

Fatigued by the muscle of thy twisting tongue Stabbed in the dorsum with your venomous tittle-tattle Tiny flakes heap up into a monstrous snowball ready on the hung This is the engagement of the perpetual battle Dialogue’s trickling adrift, Cloak-and-dagger style Soon be doing a 360 degree swift Picking up, ready to dial Inventor Alexander Graham Bell Liable for the infamous newsmonger Thy ear partaking in this rascally spell Reeling you into the circle of falsity and ponder This is the world of verbal abuse Sinners we are, at least we did it once It’s in the papers; it’s called the “news” Spreading like a plague, then and nonce Trapped in this dishonorable web Victim of this inclement black widow She’s ‘cruel, better watch your step Stay in the shadow; camouflage yourself, you know, like a doe What could be the cause of such fabrication? Boredom might be the key? Get the facts, stop this infuriation “Gossip”, the victim you do not want to be