I am not a poet

For no good reason, the dynamics of social situations changes on the weekend. Here, without context, is a short quip that struck my ears this weekend as being something useful to think about 7 days a week:

Sincere or veneer?

To my ears, that is also much nicer than the meaningless tripe that most searches will return as the world's shortest poem. If you can do even better, post a comment!