“Great minds discuss ideas, average minds discuss events, small minds discuss people”. Eleanor Roosevelt
Her first statement begins with,
“Floetry, have you heard…”
She is addicted to gossip like drugs.
Constantly rummaging for goods to
pillage, believing everything she is told.
The taste of gossip caressing her lips like
crack. Always high on shady information.
Her nose is longer than Pinocchio’s because
she is always in everyone’s business.
Sniffing out words and replicating different
meanings. She doesn’t understand and
appreciate the importance of discretion and
privacy. Nothing is sacred to her.
She earned the title, “town gossip” because of her
peculiar addiction. Embracing pointless clutter, like
birds on a line. Always chirping loud with her gossip
friends. Constantly talking smack about someone or
something. Indulging in slack side mouth muttering
with her friends, shameless whispers through the
corridors. A biting hunger for gossip.
“The walls have ears” is a frightening concept to her
because of her love for gossip. She is even afraid of
her own shadow at dawn. Peering through key holes,
unnecessary snooping and meddling in other people’s
businesses. Twisting words, misinterpreting information,
distorting facts and spreading smoldered fragments.
She competes with CNN and BBC when it comes to
current events. Her marinated words feed the tabloid
news page in her twisted mind. A predator to loose talk
Using tricks to get new information on people in her life.
Playing the role of a lazy journalist to feed gossip enthusiasts.
Her life is a mess without gossip. She has an insatiable
appetite for loose talk. Picking up pieces in cloved
conversations. Perking up her ears during private talks.
Words traveling fastest than a bush fire. To not divulge
denies gossip sharing joy. A serious word scavenger,
hooked on gossip like crack. Addicted to gossip.
Ending her statements with, “Floetry, That’s what I heard…”