Poem — Straight Face

Tell me now

Can you still talk

With a straight face

Or with dowturned wit

Tell me the worst

Of what you had to offer

Even when

It is hard to excuse

Your blatant lies

Through a glass

Of cheap ass wine

Or a banal stare

Away from strangers

And in your belief

That no problems

Are here.

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