It’s all surface play, you know,
the careful words and euphemisms.
Around and around the mulberry bush,
until we all fall down.
Flaccid arguments replace real words.
We speak of ghosts and phantoms.
All tidy and sleek,
but no more real than shadows
on cave walls.
So don your favorite costume.
Paste a smile upon your face.
Practice your sidelong looks and innuendo,
for there are elephants in this room,
and they are hungry.
This is a Three Word Wednesday post.