Smile

Has your' face ever felt sore from smiling to much? Cheeks ever felt week from blushing and such? Feet ever felt sensitive to the touch, from rushing for something to clutch? Have your' cheeks bones ever felt like sleek cones of energy,

pointed up dementedly like a clown was meant to be?

But I'm no big-top bravado with a plastered expression,

Just a happy human humbly healing with my weapon

A good feeling

The space on my face between eyes and base of nose, stretching sideways to ears that spiral like a rose, is tingling like golden bells jingling songs and bubbling bongs feeding throngs of gong bashing hippies

My smile could make crocodiles wonder if I'm worth making into a tasty meal, make shark's hearts grow and swim past me towards another kill, make doctors prescribe me anti-depressants and cough supresants, and sedatives and other so called medicines....

"It's not natural for a person in this day and age to smile so large" he would say.

"Take this vaxoprezaprozocine, it well hope you slow your motor skills, and rot your guts like soda, make you short like Yoda, so big pharma can meet their quota"

But guess what dock, my face feels f*****g fantasticly-elasticky from smiling with audacity, so wether this autocracy, semi democracy is mocking me cockily, I'm not taking your poison

My face feels like your' tactics, used and abused

but unlike your tactics its attractive and will heal the people too.

My face feels like her face looked, happy.