Tommyrot

What is all this foolishness?
These blatant crude absurdities
That brings the mighty to their knees
And elevates the masses.

Is it nothing more than gossip?
Casting rumor in their lot,
Filled with useless tommyrot
To open bloody gashes.

Vigil hidden in the shadows
Waiting with a sudden flash,
Striking with a stinging lash
To capture indiscretions.

Pausing barely long enough to
Make their presence known to all,
Rush before the deadlines fall
To render their confessions.

We who listen, wait and watch
To see our heroes fall
Are more the victim in the end;
Tommyrot and all.

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