Poem in High Society

There is no high-road

To the muses. -AU

I wish in front of others we could speak more clearly,

So, dear, you would know that I am laughing behind my serious expression too noble and true.

You do lose much of my meaning, seemingly because we must justly tip and sip our glasses

While boredom attacks our shackled brains. (Stains on reputations are horrid things to gain.)

Ways you cover for me: you smile not so sincerely, nearly as if you believe the lie

But your eyes are laughing because deep down

They know the truth.

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