Everybody’s painting faces
Masks that shame the sun
Make up fake up
Fall
Your call
Grab those brushes
We have another one to do
Fast before they see the truth
The lies the deception the distortion
Of reality’s impression.
First the eyes
Give them that blank look
The one that simpers at will
The one that calls on those
Who as time rides you wish you’d hid from.
The gaze that holds those
Who have you in the palm of their hand
So you can act like
They mean nothing at all.
Then the smile
Most important
Has to appear real and welcoming
Wide, lipstick red, pouty, sassy
Empty
Full
Seductive sensuous
Superficial
Like you mean it.
Body language
It betrays everything
Play your part
To ‘their’ script.
If you drift
They will point and laugh
You don’t want that.
Stick your chest out
Walk tall chin up
Stride like it’s yours
Move in for the kill
Kill
And eat.
Smile.
You DO mean it.
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
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