It cannot be a fact,
that breaks my back,
makes me crazy
I turn dizzy.
it being a blatant lie
emanates from the sly
just an onslaught
one being bought.
Enraged I walk up and down.
my eyes knot in a frown,
I fume, froth and sigh
with my head held high.
Momentarily I am upset
after pick the strains instead.
wish to dash their hopes
and roll them down the slopes.
My upbringing restrains
I set aside the pain.
Resolve to shun their gossip
will catch them before they slip.
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