December 6, 2011
Gossip is the new girl
Everyone wants to be her friend
But I know something about her
Nobody knows

She likes to gossip
Hence the name
She is like a bee sting
Never want to be exposed to it

Walking through the halls
Her clique clinging to her like lost puppies
Thinking she will give them hope
She isn’t that type of person though

Walking past me
Her clique copying her with every move
Making me sick to my stomach

Her best friend
Rumor Monger
Together they are unstoppable
Rising to the top of destiny

Slithering through the halls
Like a black rain cloud
Gossip is a thirst
That can’t be refilled
Like a pesky rat

Making people cry
That is what she does best
Whenever she makes someone sad
Her body is restored

The Clique soon falls apart
And Gossip and Rumor Monger
Fall to the bottom

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