Facial Twitches

On his face is the smirk
     of a tired barn owl,

like a ***** cross between
     a frown and a scowl;

most expressive is the skewed
     side of his mouth

that's now sliding down a few
     pissed degrees south!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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