Póg mo Thóin

Gossipmongers
and fakes,
chattering under
your ice cold
breath,
Your tongues have
been clicking
since I arrived,
Your fingers can't
type fast enough to
spread the lies

Jealousy stricken
you wouldn't believe
the truth even if
you asked me
and I
punched it in
your forehead,
My kindness made
everyone wonder

Stagger in your
unsteady minds,
Envy and mistrust you
weave on your own,
Stuffing your bullshit into
a closet full of bones,
Whispering about
others you know nothing
about

In doing so you leave a
stain behind,a bad taste
in your mouth,
Speaking but saying
nothing,
Showing your true
character.