An Evening's Poem

I have yet to figure out the point of that evening, 

An evening where dull folks full of flagrant Hypocrisy, 

Pretend to familiarise and find life interesting,

While my mind lies in awareness of the irony of humanity.

But then I noticed you over there in complete neglect, 

My eyes met yours and we knew what the Phony knows, 

But never admits for fear of disapproval and disrespect,

From those who destroyed Directness by shoving her to sheer shameful shadows.