Nothing unites the people
like a common enemy
the person in all the spilled tea
epicenter of gossip
the pariah of every social group.
But what happens when
they are finally gone?
When the enemy is just
the footnote of an old anecdote
what do the people talk about then?
They take another look around
find the oddest duck
and start whispering again.
Every story needs a little conflict
About the Poet:
Angelika King is a poet from Sevierville, Tennessee. She lives with her three cats.
Ephemeral Elegies 
I must greet you boss
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Well-said, Angelika! 💜 Those who escape the petty, sometimes vicious, meanness in time are fortunate. The lessons they learn about others, and most importantly about themselves, may turn out to be precious gifts in the long run.
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