Mona Lisa Mask
Mona Lisa hovers to the stadium
Since legs and arms abandoned her
Sporting an Escher painting strange
Upon her face below the eyes
Unrecognized by paparazzi types
She floats above the football masses
Sad because she has no feet to run
Or arms to catch an errant pass
What’s the use of being famous
When your face is hidden beauty
And being dead makes it worse
Even harder than you might suppose
What’s she hiding behind the smile
Behind the disguise among the masses
Framed in glass must be fantastic
In a Mona Lisa mask
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