Lilies that Fester Smell Far Worse than Weeds

Shakespeare, sonnet 94

Small talk found itself without a date
And everyone is disappointed in slow dances
Yet the music had all these ducks in a row
And the fake waterfall dumps its load over the cliff
The tattoos on ankles and diamonds in pierced ears
Rode to the party in limousines with black windows
While small talk stays in with home movies
And an urge to think about what happened

So this is where I take you somewhere different
Somewhere where the looming above your head
Presses down until you wonder what it is
You are supposed to hold up and why you care
And how it is small talk came to the forefront
Of everything you believed went wrong