Illusion Lost

Every day we talked about the weather,
The local crime, celebrities, and prices,
Condemning young delinquents and their vices--
No hope to get to know each other better.

Our whole relationship was on the surface,
From petty little unimportant dealings.
We really should communicate our feelings--
Connect on different levels, with a purpose.

To shatter this mirage of conversation,
I wanted to express my deep convictions--
And let you know I’d hear your contradictions,
And not pass judgement on our deviations.

“I hate Obama! Socialism! Lies!”
And now, you never look me in the eyes.

The End

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