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