Prolixity Date: Friday, 1st April 2005 @ 05:59:26 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: ScreenSaver77 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 this circle with 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 This poem is Copyright © ScreenSaver77 Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=89609