Monday, June 27, 2011

Feelings Faces

Use your faces she instructed
The faces just make me laugh
I really don’t know what they mean
Do you have the answer sheet

They’re on the door
They’re even labeled
It is really so

I scold you
While I’m laughing
Serve grave illness
With a smile

Please don’t dish me
It’s my right to

Wait, something feels wrong
I’ve suppressed a distant rumble
Swallowing the broken bottles
I’ll be swimming at the bottom

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