Hello, hi, how do you do?
Greetings and pleasantries slipping through,
With the Cheshire smiles we paste upon our face,
The ****** wine staining our immaculate teeth
Look at the weather, how you've been?
Conversation gliding right on through,
Scarlet lips curled back in smirks,
Disguised as "nice to meet you"s.
Goodbye, farewell, see you again?
With a dismissive, careless wave of a hand,
We part and stride away from another,
Detached, in a spell of Hellos.
How many times have we said a greeting but not really meant it? Put a genuine smile on your face, and talk to another like you care. We can see it when you fake it, it's painfully obvious.