Scandal

Gossip is sweet, like honey on lips,

A sip of scandal, a bite that grips.

We pass the plate, we pour the wine,

Savoring secrets, rich and fine.

A name is dropped—a story grows,

Flavored with whispers, spiced with woes.

We chew on rumors, sip on lies,

Smacking our lips as reputations die.

The truth is bland, too dull to crave,

But fiction thrills—so bold, so brave.

We feast on flaws, we drink regret,

And hunger more with each we get.

Yet poison lurks in every bite,

A bitter taste that blurs the light.

For tongues that feast on tales untrue

May one day serve a dish for you.