Whispers
I see the whispers of the nearbys
Thinking that they’re being all sly
But really I can tell
They don’t even try to hide
In fact they might as well yell
Because their whispers also bang on the drum
Causing me to hold my ears and shout obscenities
Even though my vocal chords have been cut
Now they’re looking at me like I’m some obscurity
I see my friends down the hall
Billy and Joey
You know them all
I can’t help but see words cross my path
I even see my friends join in on the bath
It’s more of an involuntary swirly really
My friends think we’re buddies
But really we need to mend
Before throwing around a word that is reserved for true buddies
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