Poem #2,754 | Those most over-qualified

Those most over-qualified
gossips are usually men in
pubs over slow pints – they
pick at soft-edged scabs of
others’ intrigues – I’ll name
a few if that interests you &
then their shame’ll bloom –
red faces tipped to sups of
their draining beers – As all
those raw snippets of truth
stack in their exchanges so
they draw on now-emptied
pulls & tap [& a glass’ll shift
into rounded your turn] – A
story about cuckolds [& all
that sex stuff they adore as
porn] – now they scour at a
couple’s misfortune – Easy
to be a sanctimonious fool