GOSSIP
Original poem by Max Murati

It's a snake

A hatchling at first; 

It slithers around and is fed by the ignorant.

After it has grown enough, it feeds itself with his victims.

The snake is too large now, 

It can't be stopped.

But after awhile, a larger snake comes along.

The first snake slowly dies...

But even gone, it has ruined enough lives.

It's an evil hatchling

just like its mom.

Its mom is gossip 

and the hatchling is the rumor.