a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma

The paparazzi gathered around me,

quoting my facial expressions.

I was pleased to see that my furrowed brow

did not make the morning headlines.

However, they completely took my

pursed lips out of context.

And I was not

‘staring with brooding, sullen anger,’

Nor was I

‘taking sidelong glances or glowering with hostility.’

I was merely experiencing rapid eye blinking and nose scrunching because I had forgotten to take my facial tic meds.

A******s.