Rumors
Talk about me, the way you will,
your words, your reason, unfulfilled;
Laughter follows, forming a pill.
Your ego, your stance, it will kill.
Talk about him, the way you will
'cause he will stand straight, sharp as a nail.
Ignoring your words, just trust me he will,
Standing of force, just as a chill.
Talk about her, the way you will,
she'll walk away, and you'll stand still.
Intelligence; her mind will fill,
to overpower your mind and your will.
Talk about us, the way you will!
You may see us a less than you,
but guilt and pain, become of you.
Yet to all your word, what's your cure?
It would be respect, I am so sure!
