All this living under a bushel for humility.
Our coat of arms’ luster fading swift from its filigree.
Keep those character flaws & broken laws under your hats.
We greet our guests with all the subtlety of baseball bats.
Smile til it hurts, a polite nod & laugh insincerely.
All cards on the table at once will cost us quite dearly.
Better to ease the new folk in & hope they miss details.
With luck it’ll be your avoidant eyes & carnage trails.
For, you just don’t seem to believe we can clearly see you.
Make mirror eye-contact & see if you see it too.
L.B.Stowe 