"Whoever gossips to you will gossip about you." ~ Spanish Proverb
you were my friend,
or so I thought,
until you buzzed … buzzed … buzzed
about me to someone lethal
who waited on tenderhooks
eagerly anxious to hear
eagerly anxious to hear
your acid tongue
burning me to bits
your cutting words
razor-edged axes
hacked-chopped-minced
me to pieces
buzz … buzz … buzz
you chummed the waters with me
luring in the
slowly circling sharks
which fed on me with frenzied fury
who whirl-whipped water
of white foamed waves
of white foamed waves
to pinkish froth
by the letting of my
life’s blood
since your final betrayal
I have taken shears in hand
clipping out - your diseased tongue
I have taken shears in hand
clipping out - your diseased tongue
by mercilessly pruning away
the hulking dead growth you are
from my life
the hulking dead growth you are
from my life
buzz … buzz … buzz
you will sell my confidences
you will sell my confidences
to the highest bidder
no more
no more
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