Cheap Pops Poem by Peter Black

Sometimes I expect to get these big pops,
Cheers when I talk, people jumping up
Calling, 'I feel the exact same way, '
Carry me on shoulders and mimic my thoughts.

But when I talk it is like silence spreads,
Out in a wave to all that are near
And I see eyes find a way to pause,
Check around and look down to shoe tops.

So I started to talk of mundane things,
The weather, the news, and movie plots,
To which people nod and agree;
I shrug until the conversation stops.