A Poem

I started writing this when I was in a bad mood... It shows.

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?