Sunday, July 14, 2019

Gossip



Hearsay is an archway
To dogmatic heresy, 
Its mainstay is to defray
And cast away the wordplay, 
Amongst the superhighway
From every rowan, Olivia and Fannie Mae
That purveys the dossier
Of canards and empty spillways;
The causeways run through the alleyways
And conveyed through the mocking jays
And each predatory flyway bird of prey
That assembles within the grey segue giveaway
Upon every parkway and highway;
For loose prattle is the mainstay
Of deceit and double play,
Truth becomes a lie through the midway
That travels faster than the light of day, 
Remember always, the gateway to horseplay
Is the doorway to hearsay. 

- John Hardesty 

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