It must be strange
to go through life
with a disingenuous grin
plastered permanent
on one’s face,
a subtle comportment
and chagrinless expertise half hidden yet in disguise as thin as paper two faced
Janus twins
who hang by ropey twine from staunch Fresno acacia as a piñata submits to gruesome whims
of joyous kids bobbing about in
leaping laugh to cranium whack the
swirling maché matron bitch with
willow switch and
baseball bats with omnidecibal screams
of glee thrice to thrash
enslavement misery, murdering the idea
all liars shall go free!

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