wavering faces
never trust a face set under too perfect a hairdo smiling ear-to-ear razor fangs glinting sun’s rays tongue watering for you but wait i’ll be the lion this day at least made to feast, lie around and pounce when needed y’all’ve heard about my great appetite for other things too i’m quite sure leave the rush and hysteria to the jackals and hyenas who think it’s all funny and that it’s all burning news and hot topic of the day ceremoniously shave my mane gotta give something up for big return giving up all that fuss and gnawing and begging that something must be done the art of not-doing is also an art and some say by doing so what must be done is and no one asked you fuckface ripken at least this is my vacation face
You’re too funny B
Reading this poem was like a cool refreshing drink. I love the simile and how you handled it; it was funny and still lionesque. I had to look up the fuck face ripkin and was surprised that the expression is on line. I even found a picture of the card which I'll send to you. It's a wonderful poem.