Rumours

 
Rumours of my death
Have been greatly exaggerated
You can look into my eyes
With either love or despise
And despite all the lies
I stand on my thighs
Look more closely into my eyes
There is not a sign of my demise

Rumours of my defeat
Have been over-egged
Some battles won
Some battles lost
But regardless of cost
On heavy seas though tossed
I rise to blaze a defrost

Rumours of my assassination
Like a Ceaser salad
Stabbed in the back
With plastic picnic cutlery
Purely gossip, fake news
Severely lacking in clues
Just wishful thinking views
Designed to bemuse

Rumours of my leaving DU
The stuff of leg end
From the world of the made-up
Despite a year of bullying
Despite a year of Harassment
Despite a year of muck spreading
Still here standing

Rumors of my resignation
Stepping down as a MOD
Half truths at best and with
The pointing finger of the Donald
I simply got fired
As the Cabal conspired
Fakery and lies hot-wired
Now I am focused and inspired

Rumours of my breakdown
Rumours of a shakedown
Rumours of my takedown
Rumours of my surrender
Rumours of my contender
Rumours of the great pretender
Just rumours of rumours
Tactics black bag
No white just a battle flag