Poem: Dinner Party

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Bite,chew and swallow
All without making a noise
that is so polite
just make sure you do not choke
and offend the gracious host.

Inane conversation
vapid chatter on all sides
Nod and smile
appear to agree
without trying to disagree.

Who are these people?
You quickly learn whom to engage
and whom to avoid.
Knowing looks of disapproval
their backs turned.

It is all a dance
the steps must be learned
in order to survive the wolves
but one stumble, one hesitation
will be your very downfall.

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