No masks,
no faking,
just pleasantries,
or that is what you tell yourself,
in your social whirl,
where you pretend to care for everyone,
but there is not much real deep emotional meaning anywhere,
anywhere at all,
and comments are polite,
and thoughts are different,
mostly undiplomatic,
but that is the rules,
that is the rules,
in a world,
in a world where money talks,
and no one really cares for anything else anymore,
except for their bank balance,
and the money going in,
and the money going out,
and civilities and pleasantries,
and money everywhere,
society gone mad,
where people are only paid to care,
only paid to care.

Thank you for reading my poem No masks, more poetry and writing by me is available on this website.

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