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It’s there trying its best to look inconspicuous
But like the elephant in the room
It’s there, hiding in the corner.
It’s easy to look beyond it.
Around it, polite conversation goes on
Ignoring it is the best course of action
After all, acknowledging it might cause a fuss
And who wants a fuss?
The well-to-do madam takes a slight pause
An awkward moment and glances sideways
Quickly her companion, the righteous one
Diverts attention and the conversation is saved
From stalling in its own unpleasantness.
In the corner, there is a rumble
Enough to garner attention
But disregarded, unimportant
They all internally agree
And carry on, snubbing their noses,
Aware their shit doesn’t stink.
There’s a rustling in the corner, a shifting,
They hold their collective breathes
The corner settles, they are spared,
Pretending is so much more desirable.