There,
over and yonder
by the puff of smoke, at the real grassy knoll
coming at us all with
clandestine beeps and snorts through the monitor.
Smiling
Posing
So here is the concoction;
one part happy,
one part sad,
all parts botulinum toxin.
Smile
please, I beg of you smile,
scratch my eyes out,
stick needles in them and torment me with your
pseudo-esotericisms.
But smile.
One part cool
and one part tragic-
all parts ghost-eared and feigned,
as the crowd sways
in motion and
tantric spells pack and frolic.
Beat and smile
Nepotistic love
spawns from around.
Hedonistic worshippers
carry it over their heads
One part you
one part me,
and drowning while you're wearing your crown
over seas of plastic smiles.
Dont forget your camera.
Smile.