rumor mill
into the night air
and it's winter bite
why am I out hear
at this time of night
I don't know
who is to say
nobody knows for certain
but people talk anyway
rumors start to flourish
all over the place
all of them behind your back
not a one to your face
some people get upset
some folks get real angry
it's like water on a ducks back
it just runs right off me
to the rumor mill
glad I could help you out
it of no concern to me at all
that I'm the one being talked about
so take care of yourself
I wish you the best
what you talk about
I couldn't care less
Michael Lorne Miller
- Author: Still Angry (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 8th, 2023 00:25
- Category: Unclassified
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