Gossip

 

Gossip, you are nothing to laugh about.
Oblivious to the obvious, what goes around comes around.
You are a confused tapestry of resentment and jealousy disguised as good will.
Your looks are deceiving, your words potent poison, itching to kill.
Captivatingly malicious, the more you linger around, the more you resemble the truth
Quick to stain the soul, muddy the lips of the old and those full of youth.
Oh gossip, you are the reason Judas forgot he was a believer when he clutched a purse full of silver.
Resembling an oasis for those stuck in the desert of social interactions, you are nothing but a dry river.
Like an empty container, you make your presence known, yet you quench no thirst, always concerned with the worst.
You hide introspection under your armpits, lulling those who employ you into a false sense of  self-worth.

You have no patience for the whole story.
Weaponised by the weak, you cannot wait to speak.
A silver-tongued devil lurks in your speech.
You are well known as the one who overpromises and under-delivers.
You seek no honesty, only navigating recklessly toward destruction
Used as a spoon to indulge in the darkness and deception they keep stirring up in their pots as if it were soup for consumption.
Oh, gossip you traffic in deception, quick to celebrate when others fail and fall.
Loyal to none but yourself, yet your seat is empty when confrontation enters the dining hall.
You have irreparable repercussions when you show teeth, like a ghost haunting the silence between spoken words.
Providing the illusion of warmth only to leave ashes of broken trust, your apologies are as scattered feathers in the wind seeking the wings of birds.
You are quick to point fingers despite your opinion being nothing but shallow thoughts.
He said she said, weaving stories that wander in the field of falsehoods and uncertainty, lost in a tangle of careless quotes.


Gossip why are you untrustworthy and meddlesome
Never learnt to mind your own business.
Weaving your way through our lives with finesse.
Never followed by forgiveness, leaving ruins where relationships used to stand and flourish.
The rat that cats and dogs secretly plot to punish.
You are the rope that gossip mongers use to climb the slippery slope of societal hierarchy,
Only to inspire anarchy.
You are the equivalence of whisky followed by whiskies and other self-destructive tendencies.
A cloak of pretence as your disguise, hiding your unpleasant ways in pleasantries.
Always violent, never silent.
Your mouth has racked up a whole heap of senseless mileage. The instrument of both, marauders and policed politicking paupers acting pompous.
 Like a child whose purpose is chaos.
 You mock obliquely, as if fearing chastisement.
Seeds sown in the shadows bear the fruits of self-defilement.
Plastic smiles abundant, he who gossips to you gossips about you

Baxabene oxamu
Bexabene ngengxoxo
Bexakwe yingxubaxaka

Michael Light Dube