Smile
A smile is earnt, not filigree basket handed as
Red carbon copper dressage notes shaped as rose core womb
If I laugh, the cackle, dead back throat
Then I conjoined twin it with a smile and you
Manage-á-trois with your white hollow heavens
Or if the mood should swarm me and alien I determine
To be pleasant in feeling and warmth within
Red cheeks and teeth to the nightscape
Then you copy-cat as we swallow breaths and vanish
A smile is earnt, not given as a whore
Even a whore comes with a price printed in depths
A smile for a smile's sake is a lie
A lie is deeply insulting and hideous
Smiles for nothing but air and sweet CO2
Are repellant and vomit-heavy.
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This is my reply to a question I was recently asked.
"Do you ever smile?" At the time I only replied with "If you make me smile, then obviously
I would be smiling. But for the hell of it, generally no".
So regardless, my explaination of why smiling like an imbecile is insulting and worthless.
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