The talk's far too many,
laughing menacingly;
Malice is their fancy!

I look at some people as I pass them by,
in twos, threes, or fours..
or even so much more!

Talk of the town;
people often scrutinize,
looking at her with prying eyes.
Every single thing she does seemed magnified.

Nowhere to run..
no! she can't hide.

Investigators beware;
people like them they're greater!
In numbers, in power...
even the news that they often gather.

Privacy some people haven't got any,
because of such neighbors that looks at their lives closely.

Their lip's dripping with blood as they live off of other people's lives,
Their mouths— showing fangs...
Ready to pierce at any one at any time, sucking in information, not any different than parasites of the night!

No secret or filth can be hidden, all are known!
Subject of their talks are like fishes on a fish bowl.
Nothing's missed not even a single splash or squish,
Every detail of other people's lives... they own.

Swinging left and right head's all around;
Wagging tails, turning tongues...
No one's ever safe, nobody can truly be free.
For we all are imprisoned unknowingly,
In dirty Gossip mainly.