and relatives
die
the news is traveling slower
than normal
down the pipe line.
the grape vine
has rotted.
if you can't say anything
nice about someone
come sit next to me.
gossip ain't what it used
to be.
i've lost touch
with the dark side,
the nosy side,
the fun side of life.
where have all the blabber
mouths gone?
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