The Mask Of Eloquence Poem by noel maddock

The mask of eloquence
Conceding only dead weight
Parading in a costume of deceit
Talking all in maybes
Talking words as strategies
Revealing only what you cannot keep concealed

The mask of doubletalk
Worn on a flat face
Skirting all around on shuffling feet
Thinking of the margins
Banking on a fad conviction
Preparing cooked words for everyone you meet

The winners mask
The slightly scary looking grin
The game unclear
The end result a blur
What does the loser lose, the winner win?