Dear Sir Poem by maria goodison

Dear Sir as you are sitting in front of me please take care of the
words that you are choosing.
The table may be set but I can say with truthful looks that this is not
a interview for you to join the group.
The words that you say can and will be your undoing, also hurt the one
you love in many different ways.
The secrets that you've kept are never kept still or quiet and the guilty feelings
find their own place, they will and do crawl and sneak hidden in your face.
Dear Sir as you sit at this table and drink deep from that goblet of lies is there
Something that you would like to say?