I Have Friends

What's meant to be kept private. And left within walls thought protected, By closed and locked doors... Seems to often find its way to be whispered, With unsolicited opinions to give... Shared between distant lips. 'I wouldn't have believed it. If I didn't happen to hear it from the horse's mouth.' ~And how is it you know so much, About what's going on inside their house? ~ 'I have friends.' ~With it convinced you are one too.~ 'Don't be vicious. You want to hear this or not? ' ~Whatever.~ 'Well, stop interrupting me. And then...after 'that' happened, I was told the police arrived.' ~Who told you that? ~ 'I don't know. Bernice knows. She's on the other line. Give me a moment. Don't go anywhere. Bernice? I'm sorry. Now... Who called the police? And what time did they get there? '