the gossips spitting hearth
with their phrases
wreaking havoc
everywhere they cross
by no means paying heed
to who they’ll harm

we are all too acquainted with them
if you’d 1/2 a brain in any respect
you would nearly be looking
your each word
for fear you’ll be misheard

envelopes the herd
but it stifles the ones
who want to be
unfastened as a chook

it’s far from a super world
a few would deliver something
to be proven mercy
from their tormentors
the day you recognize
you’re in control
is the day you may examine
to relax

the sector is reworking
into an unrecognisable place
a few are attempting to find
whatever they’ll recognise
someday we will wake up
no longer understanding in which we are