Wrath Of Gossip Poem by G.R. Gaus

Some people simply like being alone,
It stirs nosey people into talking;
The mystery, of that person unknown,
Changes the voice, into squawking.

Did you hear the one about so and so?
They don't mix in, with our crowd;
Must be some reason, they never go,
This behavior, is simply not allowed.

Sooner or later the rumors will fly,
Although it's not meant, to harm;
We know how rumors, grow inside,
Until someone, sets off the alarm.

Innocent people, threatened by smear,
Wrath of gossip, on rumor thrives;
Devious demeanor, far and near,
Affecting many; unknowing lives.