Like wasps around a honeypot
Or flies around a turd
The gossip columnists talk rot,
Dig up and throw the merde.
Welcomed in high society
As friends rather than hacks
By trusting folk who foolishly
Neglect to guard their backs.
They smear and libel everyone
Whose confidence they breach,
To fill the columns of the Sun
With the humbug they preach.
Polite, well-mannered and sincere:
They seem so plausible,
But be warned, this is the veneer
Of the lowest of all.
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