182. 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.