This conversations gone to heaven.
Convincing, wincing and mincing words.
Tickle the ear with a few adjective feathers.
Sculpt "promise the world" innuendos.
Make blaa blaa dessert.
Invite me to your pretend show.
Delight me when your platitudes grow.
Sell me ice in winter, firewood in summer.
No I can´t love your lack of meaning,
life is but a bummer.
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