• Others 25.07.2007 No Comments

    Observation takes a narrow view
    of where the nose belongs;
    Placing the ears in a rude position,
    to absorb a travelin’ wrong.

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    Observation takes a narrow view
    of where the nose belongs;
    Placing the ears in a rude position,
    to absorb a travelin’ wrong.

    Gossip is a pit, which offers a trap
    and provides a juicy story.
    True or false!…is not a valid issue,
    through the grapevine glory.

    The pit digs-up warnings to spread
    –on some degradation charge,
    For the hole…deeply fits an alarm,
    to satisfy a grusome charm.

    Does a people-trap dare to gossip
    at the bottomless well?
    Down deep…goes the slimmy spit,
    in a belief bound for hell.

    The spectacle duty of a town cryer,
    relies upon a sense-of-self.
    The pit fits neatly–a grapevine liar,
    where he wails for himself.

    In association with the wailing pit,
    a serpent opens his mouth.
    Kindness possesses noplace to fit,
    to show the audience how.

    The terrible warning–in a gossip,
    is the flashback it bewails.
    A sad story springs from the vine,
    with a selfish sting to tell.
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    A certain rumor says–some believe,
    Which finally rots their soul.
    It spreads through a church village
    like a subcrawlin’ dirty mole.

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    A certain rumor says–some believe,
    which finally rots their soul.
    It spreads through a church village
    like a subcrawlin’ dirty mole.

    There is a contagious group incharge:
    a self-appointed gossip team.
    Each member joins with an attitude,
    to see what the master means.

    A vigilantee status generates an echo,
    to keep it outrageously smooth.
    Suspicion motives this chatter group,
    ’cause there is nothing to prove.

    This group has no committee purpose,
    except to sullen a victum’s vote.
    Sneaky eyes…spy on the social count,
    to sway a popular election pole.

    A prime target is assigned his behavior,
    –anything to rattle his dances.
    Comments are interjected–in this step,
    which ruins his normal chances.

    This gossip committee is far too clever,
    to drop down a level in class.
    Members advocate…weaving together,
    to aim for a kick-in-the-ass.

    Subtlety selects an effective technique,
    so…employed by this committee.
    Their ruin-motto will–best a good man;
    “oh well, he deserves the pity.”
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  • Others 25.07.2007 No Comments

    Hedge-up the way, and act right…by your cool;
    Assume to block wisdom, that will defeat a fool.
    Refuse an open mind–to give heart to the poor,
    For what poverty deserves, is progress no more.

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    Hedge-up the way, and act right…by your cool;
    Assume to block wisdom, that will defeat a fool.
    Refuse an open mind–to give heart to the poor,
    For what poverty deserves, is progress no more.

    He considers wisdom…to be the best of thinking;
    But not so, for power decides a rising, or sinking.
    Our massive rich brigade…has a duty to perform;
    And that wise certitude–displays a social charm.

    The world won’t settle for fools to be vulnerable;
    His wisdom is purely–a superior case-of-sensible.
    Power and wealth cannot afford to free the poor;
    Especially, if wisdom threatens to produce a sore.

    There is a man with selective wit…without honor;
    He seeks a degree of wisdom from a foolish donor.
    Our brigade is obligated…to surround and subdue;
    Legally block all rights a wise man seeks to loose.

    The whole wide world worships with witty riches;
    And who else can provide shelter for poor niches.
    Keep cool!…and don’t let the massive poor know,
    Our rich brigade has a duty…to stymie their flow.

    Precepts accumulate–in wisdom thinking afresh;
    Inch-by-inch, his thoughts form a troubling mesh.
    He can tie a fool in knots, and hurl him into space;
    And thus, label riches…as an absurd foolish chase.

    The world!…we declare, holds a brigade of power;
    It matters little to social fools who save the hour!
    A subtle walk of resistance, will block a wise man;
    In whispers, friendly gossip grinds wit…into sand.
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    Hold your peace, and share–free of sum stigma;
    Society may produce a conflict to voice a dogma.
    Truth spoken by corruption…where suspicion fit;
    Let communications be covered–in a deeper pit.

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    Hold your peace, and share–free of sum stigma;
    Society may produce a conflict to voice a dogma.
    Truth spoken by corruption…where suspicion fit;
    Let communications be covered–in a deeper pit.

    Stigmatize point-of-view to camouflage attitude;
    Gossip will hookline-a-tale–turn blind into crude.
    Inflamed social perception disorients goodsense;
    Rotten purposes disguise reality to take offense.

    There’s a tale, that tales are being spread as fact;
    Hop on this social bandwagon…to watch fools act.
    Truth is not the issue, but conspiracy fits our aim;
    Nothing can satisfy more, than a culprit to blame.

    The victim is non-the-wiser; whisper a tale freely;
    Before the wind reveals it, society believes it truly.
    There is a butt-of-stories–a joke suits just proper;
    The smell walks uprightly, secret!…like a whopper.

    Finally, the breeze enters the culprit’s tender ears;
    One-part of society cannot believe what he hears.
    The obvious question comes from a curious sound;
    Who, where, why and what has the culprit found?

    There is little wonder…what a social tale achieves;
    The culprit has never accomplished what is believed.
    Why is his reputation secretly on a chopping block?
    Why will never be answered; lies are securely locked.

    Where could society recommend damage for repair?
    There’s nowhere available to manage a blank stare.
    Look to the who, who originated this socialized tale;
    There lies the who, who deserves a notorious smell.
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