Smile
By tollam
Wed, 15 Sep 2004
- 420 reads
Smiling platitudes. Weak mouthed grimaces continue to do
the rounds, circling and dancing with the others. A hideous and sad
little minstrel band observes from the gallery watching the fools do
the gargoyle dance below.
Kiss ass. Fit in. Part of
the team. Half friendly, half embracing, barely concealing the contempt
for each other, then the nightly farewells and well wishes, watching
yourself reel off the same shit, hating yourself in the dead air of the
car journey home, complicit in your own downfall?but ready to do the
same dance and the same smile tomorrow.
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