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.