A Perfect Mug Shot

Usually I try to look and dress the best I can But today I awoke without hope, looking like a mug shot destined to happen. I wish the strange fish-hook-shaped line under my left eye Was at least symmetrically arranged to match the one under the right. How did I age ten years overnight? Did I sleep wrong? Did I make some deal with the devil and now the details forgot? Is it so much to want the lines on both sides to simply coordinate right? Still, I acknowledge that wrinkles are far preferable to the teenager’s acne fight. Crows' feet around the corners of my eyes show I’ve lived long, And they sometimes help cajole people into believing I'm sincerely smiling when I'm not. And there are times I actually like them because I can feel like I’m Willie Nelson, except with no money or pot to get me through the day - that’s what I tell myself, anyway. This morning my image in the mirror looks like another mug shot waiting to happen by tonight; Maybe even a feature on Cops if I really work it well for the cameras when I get read my rights! (I'm already daydreaming of a watch party!) So I go out to the world and name and claim my smile-enhancing age lines Because if I have any say in it, this perfect mug shot is going to be well worth its price.