#notarealpoem

Oh what’s all the fuss
You silly old bean
It’s just their noise
As they pose and preen.

They’re all a chatter
With the latest goss’
And it’s all about us
Though we give a toss.

They’re wagging their tongues
And sharpening pens
Pointing their fingers
And back-stabbing friends.

Creating such drama
Where we know there is none
Making up lies
For their own spiteful fun.

And all that do worship
Sit prone at their feet
And give praise to the loudest
Til they’re fat with conceit.

Let them be toxic
And let them spout bile
They’ll burn themselves out
There’s no need to rile.

They’ll be bored soon enough
And find a new prey
Til then just be patient
And know karma will pay.

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