it is fatuous
inane and meaningless
but you think it vital
to maintain a
breathlessness in being
in those words you say
nothing really – to me it’s
cruelly insincere, worse than
dredging dishonesty for
karaoke greetings
sing along with duplicity
make a pretty pair
primping and preening
in vanity’s mirror – faking
false laurel leaves
© 11 October 2008, I. D. Carswell
Hi there Ivan, I liked your poem very much!
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