No More Gossip

The jaws are open, set apart
with glowing teeth in a widening little gap,
too much space for an idle tongue,
like a snake biting and grinding,
Injecting venom, be alert.

Cheers fall upon nice looks,
jeers kill an amateur,
not a cheat but lacks it,
the art of cunning talks.

Backbiting, undeserved flatter,
Roll that tongue!
It wages war, and
emits no words but rocks.

Bung it up! Be sane!
No more gossip but truth
no more deceit, dude!
Smooth talk is entrapped,
No more heart pain.