Cut

I play the game of socialising,
in this world of words and thought
where intentions go unnoticed or just intently ignored.
Other cheek turned, tongue bitten, eyes closed, smile on queue
(and laugh)
Cut.
And I weigh my words on scales made of possibilites and intrigues
consequense of one phrase
versus
outcome of another sentence
(and inhale)
Cut.
And when the string snaps, the scale drops, the shoe is on the other foot
- Unforseen consequences is a major factor in world politics, you know.
Lessons learned in lectures
unable to guide you when the suckerpunch is thrown
(and fall)
Cut.
So there is a flurry of words around you, thrown through the air
typed in a hurry, with a passion, as a war cry, so righteous.
And a door is slammed shut with conclusion lacking on either side,
because of all the words unspoken?
(and cry)
Cut.