Retracting fangs resurrect from the depth,
Just to spread the venomous news through gossip,
Exchanging of the views, flavored with opinions,
A Pack of pigs always on the loose in our towns,
Their tails are not quiet, flip from side to side,
The snort from their noses, the touch of their bellies,
A few are pregnant with hot juicy gossip,
to deliver with ideas that are too cheap,
When they look for the waste to share with their friends,
Digital signals can’t be the chameleons or the newt,
To change and gossip with the information’s content,
Don’t gossip through the emails to get charged later.
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