Office Gossip

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.