Poetry

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Hey you, yeah you my sister, with those bionic ears.
You the one who has to repeat everything she hears.

Extra! Extra! Read all about it! You're the Town Crier.
Check the source? No you don't care, you just want a buyer.

Doesn't it seem odd, that it's you they always call, with the latest on homegirl.
See they know you, and your loose lips, will tell the whole world.

And sister you, just as bad, on the receiving end.
Listening to her talk about all your so-called friends.

And brother you, to my surprise, gossip like the sisters.
But you consider you gossip the 411 for your uninformed listeners.

Poeple don't you know gossip cuts like a two edge sword.
When you dig one grave, you better dig two, and the second is deservantly yours.

What goes around comes around has proven to be true
Don't let the wheel of misfortune land on top of you.

Well my people, before I sign out.
Here's a little something something to think about.

LOOSE LIPS, SINKS SHIPS, AND SOMETIMES SUBMARINES.
DON'T LET YOUR LIPS, BECOME A PUNCHING BAG TO OTHER HUMAN BEINGS.

(Translated in English) Please abstain from gossip, others may be offended, and retaliate
by giving you a left jab to the lips.

(Translated in Ebonic) Shut your mouth fore somebody pop you in it.

Copyright©2002 Pamela M. Rhodes
Book Titled "A Little Something Something for my Christian Brothers and Sisters

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