The word falls from your lips,
And my heart dies a
little,
Turns from warm and
full,
To cold and brittle.
What a slimy, shifting
word,
Devoid of all meaning,
A linguistic chimera,
A false, shining
seeming.
A traitorous turncoat
term,
Does it mean yes, or
no,
I fear we all know.
So why not just say so?
Have you no conviction,
Are you so determined
to please?
That you hide your
meaning
Behind your damn
maybes?
