TATTLETALE

by Nevada Kerr


I'm a relic, I'm a wreck
I was babbling, now I'm done
When I'm gone I won't be missed
But I'll leave you with some crumbs

I'm a rambler, I'm a gossip
I'm an ill wind on the way
Hold your secrets with a tight grip
There's so much I'll give away

I'm the reason you're squealing
And only skeletons can hear
When you're cold and kneeling
I'll be buzzing in your ear

I'm the whispered rumor
On the tip of your tongue
On the fast track I'm a dealer
For the muzzled and the mum

Like a pipeline pumping headlines
I'm ready to explode
When the tabloids need a scandal
I'm the hotline to your soul


Written by © Raven Drake
April 16, 2007.

Created: April 2007 © Paul Kinder

Last Updated: 30/4/07