ONTIJONES 

I am speaking to you now
Ontijones
though I am not sure what I should say- 
what is safe to say I can not say
for words-- my actions
shall be analyzed and judged with great detail today
picked apart for secret meaning, 
so hungry you are- so thirsty for meaning
for some rhyme and reason, to explain the intricate delicacies of  dysfunctionality of this family, 
that's been wearing a smile that never seemed to fit. 

I can speak my mind, Ontijones
as long as the words are what you want me to think
as long as they are pretty and pleasant and we agree
it's not that you wish to censor me
it's what i speak, that you rather not believe

But, it's time to open your eyes, Ontijones
to the truth around you
I know you've been hiding, like the rest, behind that white picket fence
hiding from the collective mess of secrets and silence and lies 
that makes you tense.
if only things, if only people could just mend
like magic and without work
how wonderful this life would be!
Wake up! Get up! Stop living in your dream

Struggling to make sense, you are
of the ignorance and decadence and crimes
you and your beloveds have gone great lengths
to ignore and hide
to brush neatly aside and under the designer carpets
and cover such rugs with fine chairs from department stores
(bloomingdales and expensive home furnishings catalogs)

I find it odd that you are first noticing 
the collections of facades that your beloveds wear.
Masks, that have been worn for decades now
I don't see how you could have not seen them
or maybe you just didn't want to.
the I love my wife, kids, job , dog, house, yard and life and they all love me we are a perfectly happy family mask. 
That beloveds wear like skin. 

oh the masks they wear for all to see!
The proper and pretty pictures they paint
are much easier to digest - to take, 
then the ugly truth that one must swallow
if one were to admit that the mask is not the face.