TO THE BELOVED GOSSIP

When you heard
I was the herd
A nomadic fellow
Virgin of your mellow
Naive of your delicacy
Of messing the legacy
Tainting every name
And making maime.

A chief target i became
I had to acquire your fame
The rumours made me
The gossip popularised me
Verification upon me
My sanctification made you glad
I fumed, got mad plus bad
But of late i've learned
That you hardly burnt
My reputation ...
Unknown to you...
whoever is a victim of gossip
Has worthwhile traits
that are worth rumourmongering.