Face 

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!