What do we speak of...

As I sit in this cafe,
I find myself wondering;
what are these mindless souls speaking of?

This is what I have concocted:

How's the weather,
is not commonly said.
however,
we enjoy speaking of the effects of Botox on our heads.

We all have strong political views,
but rarely say: how are you?

We always speak of what we'd like to buy,
but never how we always fail to try.

I've grasped this:

Real subjects are never voiced
as we refuse to accept an oppsing choice.

We speak of things without true meaning,
only of things according to how they are seeming.

I'm sipping a latte,
smiling to myself,
knowing I'm an intellectual;
unlike everyone else.

~If you do not like this piece of poetry; oh well.~