Gossip

Gossip!
Babe, you're a first-rate, type I hate gossip!

Everything I say or do is told the following day by you to
Edna Grones in harsher tones to Rosie Spose whose mouth stays closed discreetly speaking through her nose to Glady Spews who sells it to the Evening News!

Oh, I love your scheming face....
It's your sing-song, unashamed, gutter-mutter, 'hind the shutter, bitch-talk I hate!

Trash talk to Ruby Stork, m-mindless mutter to S-Sadie Stutter, whispered words to brainless birds.
Oh, what's the use? I can take abuse! It's just that every thing's exaggerated, lacerated, stretched, twisted, filled with hatred.

If I were you, I know what I would do. I would get down on my knees and beg, "Forgive me, please!"
But, oh no, not with you, you untamed, yapping shrew! I don't know what it is with you!

Your gossip is all lies!
If I heard I'm dead and buried it would come as no surprise!

Yet I love you babe, I love your shape, I love your face.
It's your sing-song, unashamed, gutter-mutter, 'hind the shutter, bitch-talk I hate!