Gossiper Ogres
Gossiper ogres have to rattle,
Breeze into our lives to inflict,
Undermine anybody they can,
Imprinting their sourly verdict.
They've said we're bad-seeds,
Dropped some bombs on you,
Stretched their version of truth,
Then concoct anything untrue.
Rumour and those depravities,
Starting from one bitter person,
Tearing despicable open scars,
Slamming merry-hearts broken.
Resentment becomes the key,
Indiscriminately they will spew,
Jealousy carved a foul course,
Dumping ogre-pains onto you.
Tramping someone downward,
Denouncing to see the reprisal,
A sickness shaming our world,
They'll claim in guiltless denial.
Whisperings of wily-ogres sting,
Just as the invisible heartaches.
Maybe it'll bunch their numbers,
Snarling at-us similar mistakes?
As kindness persists abolished,
Angry ogres rally in agreement,
Thinking their wrath isn't wrong,
Of betrayal and bad judgement.
How can they celebrate a victory,
Drawing the first innocent blood?
Do ogres feel better themselves,
When they emit that lousy crud?
Do not be corrupted by an ogre,
Slinging mud-about like a sleuth,
You'll get burned in the scheme,
Neglecting honour and the truth.
Watch them parade indifference,
Finding there's an-ogre backlash,
Depicting confident they're guilty,
Dooming brazen-ogres abashed.
Savour your time gossiper ogres,
Life may not lend you any favour,
Your spree-itch detaches shortly,
Crushing hard by-a savvy gamer.
June-11-2013 by Quilled_Penman©Glen King
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