manky bastards plied clever words and ugly rumours they were rather
nifty with the dishing of dirt and spreading of
filth they told me things that made me choke
I had to cultivate
a
little distance
from the unclean they
had worms for tongues and they traded chinese whispers for dubious reward
there’s a kernel of truth
at the
heart of every lie
but there’s no sense hidden
in confusion and those who
love to spread bad news one day reap the chaos they themselves
have sown
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