Gaggling, babbling, rambling on,
The office grapevine yields its
wine;
The vintage often
unimportant,
Bottled quickly, swallowed
fast
Then passed along in bits and
snippets
Changing as it passes hands
'Til uproar lifts its ugly
head
As ire is raised and doubt is
cast.
Still we listen, still
believe,
Though third and fourth or
fifth-hand told,
And take to heart and pass
along
Like tall tales told as
lullabies.
And even though discovery
lies somewhere
Just beyond our reach,
We take without a grain of
salt
And gladly swallow all the
lies.
I shall not be part and
parcel.
I will dig to find the facts
When office gossip rears its
ugly head
And, without shame, attacks.
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