Some people simply like being alone, <br />It stirs nosey people into talking; <br />The mystery, of that person unknown, <br />Changes the voice, into squawking. <br /> <br />Did you hear the one about so and so? <br />They don't mix in, with our crowd; <br />Must be some reason, they never go, <br />This behavior, is simply not allowed. <br /> <br />Sooner or later the rumors will fly, <br />Although it's not meant, to harm; <br />We know how rumors, grow inside, <br />Until someone, sets off the alarm. <br /> <br />Innocent people, threatened by smear, <br />Wrath of gossip, on rumor thrives; <br />Devious demeanor, far and near, <br />Affecting many; unknowing lives.<br /><br />G.R. Gaus<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wrath-of-gossip/
