THE MURMURING NEVER STOPS

Clocks continue ticking, voices keep rising

Chaos within the four walls

Neighbours got their ears to a glass

Yet, the murmuring never stops.

 

‘Will you look at her dress!’ one squeals

Way too short, it seems

A slut, wasted bitch is what everyone thinks

Oh, the murmuring never stops.

 

Its 1 a.m., I’m stepping out of a car

Curious faces from behind curtains peek,

And mental guessing-games begin, like a war

Damn, the murmuring never stops.

 

Bow ties or pink socks, casual hugs or lip locks

Confessing to being gay,

And then a victim of gasps and shocks

Alas, the murmuring never stops!

 

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