Face OffA Poem by PeteNo face which we can give to a matter will stead us so well at last as the truth. This alone wears well. - ThoreauOil on Canvas Self Portrait by David Padworny i'm so tired of it i don't care it doesn't play fair with its intimidating, blank stare i lie down to sleep, it's there i wake up, it's there i look in the mirror, it's thereeverywhere
i swear it's even in my underwear always on my case never bestowing even one iota of grace crowding my space picking up the pace like a royal straight flush without the ace flowers sans a vase looking like it was sprayed with mace it's everyplace i wish it would disappear without a trace guess i have no choice but to face the face © 2023 PeteAuthor's Note
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