Sales Pitch

Conversations whirl around me like spiral radar, 

contempt for the "all well and good" 

is swallowed in a flute glass of bubbly, 

the jury of cloaked spectators 

can't see the agony we're hiding, 

everything exists until it doesn't 

but that don’t matter 

when you're eating first course 

and waiting for the roast pig platter, 

life's good, living is rich 

when every conversation 

about yourself is like a sales pitch