Tomorrow Night

Looking through that camera flash I smiled with my purple teeth no one sees the gutless gossip no one sees the witches that live just beneath I feel a little older, a little wiser people looking over their big broad shoulders they never come to say hello although, someone might throw a little combo The seed never grows Plucking whatever conversation I can find behind the pseudo kindness shines the psychological blindness why must I be the witness to this mindless exchange of politeness intellectual truths are met with ugly giggles of confusion