Poets gossip with the most flair
But they also feel with the most feeling
And ache with the most burning
Nobody broods like a poet broods
Alone when left to their own feelings
Or hate with self-loathing
The kind that leaves skin indented
Clawed by tips bleeding
From clenched jaws ridden with haunting
Nobody hates the golden girl
Loyalty lies where blood is drawn
Foolish girl. Foolish girl.
