So many faces and so few meet eyes;
Nowhere to move, and yet no point to staying;
Surrounded by light pleasantries, white lies,
And everyone in private judging, weighing
Each utterance and every little word
For content supernumerary to
The spoken phrase as actually heard;
Jumbles of smiles (almost none ring true),
And silent servitors slipping around
To make sure everything is smoothly run;
Everyone at ease, yet tightly wound,
Listening to all - and to no one;
Polite exchanges of pointless expressions,
Petty inquiries, and false confessions.
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