Keep it low,
Let every word come at a pace so slow.
Deem it a secret,
And I guarantee no regret.
Look! I’m like you a human,
So please consider it fair not to hurt me.
Let your talk be nothing more than a whisper,
A whisper not equivalent to a rumor,
And still I insist,
Within the gossip blend some sense of humor.
Don’t take it on me so beastly,
I’m not naive but that’s the only conclusion that comes easily.
So please try not to paint yourself holly,
By making me and Satan look friendly,
While in the real sense you are his accomplice,
I wonder what mission you are trying to accomplish.