One Rumor Done

There can only be from one.
Skilled in beginning a rumor done.
To premeditate and plan.
With hopes to start the lies to fly.
Unaided by unexpected clear sky winds.

And...
Them to land as if professionally piloted,
From one ear to the next to hear.
Some accusation alleged.
Whispered heard to spread.
Diseasing relationships.
With exquisite and tastefully crafted B.S.
Done to attract far and near,
Perked up ears as if to hear the mating call...
Of lustful red breast chirping birds.
Prepared to infect unsuspecting victims.
Without disturbing screams,
Of how vaccines are needed to immune...
Their feathered wings.
Stretched.
For the noticeable affect of the injection.

Although,
Incredible it may be to disbelieve.
Some, not many have learned from birth,
How to identify the difference between...
A poisonous snake, an Earthworm,
Sought for bait.
And a masquerading misdeeding demon.
Pancakes!
Especially after being bitten,
Numerous of times publicly.
For their own media publicity.

While others?
Seem to seek being abused for thrills.
Hypnotized by marketed props.
And what for them symbolizing bling means.
That captivate the kind of minds,
Culture limited and strolling mall rats.

Yet...
Nothing better cures to mend,
Like a swift slap back into consciousness.
That ends,
Those glazed over dreamy eyes.
Focused upon sugar plum faeries.
Awakened.
Stunned and surprised.
Realizing.
They had been rescued.
From further damage to their minds.

'Why?
Why did you slap me so hard?
You nearly slap the caps,
Off my teeth.
And my cheeks you left sore.'

'There was nothing else I could do.
You were moaning.
As if to refuse a return back to consciousness.
And I did not want to have it misunderstood,
That my mission was purely professional.
Not to regard as erotic!'

'Well...
Is it too late to request,
Someone who is in training?
And less professional?
No offense.
But...
You are too professional.