The Facade
We civilly meet those who we greet on sidewalks and streets
With appropriate airs and appropriate hairs we buy our wares
In the days work we’re sure to never shirk our little perks
At the days close we turn on stoves and TV’s in droves
Some get in laughs and some their slaps and some their black jack
But in nice society with common nicety it’s shut up please
And we never talk about those who got lost or got caught
So it’s on with the show and off to work we go and let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.
By Ruth Rivers
2-07-08
poem by Ruth L. Rivers
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