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grasping at straws.

there’s strength in mumbles
evading the questions asked

secrets abound in whispers
passed around & round

reason lends it’s scalpel’s edge
to counter the broadsword of rage

the ecstasy of innuendo
the gossip’s only friend

& the innocent insinuate what
the guilty cannot speak

the bark of the gavel
with malice aforethought
hands down a sentence
of measured words

and intimate friends intimate
what even they dare not ask.