Not Worried Eyes But Ominous Eyes Reflected In The Rearview Mirror Poem by Raj Dronamraju

That's another story - How I came to physiognomy and it built up like skill or illness
Practiced making faces with the unreality of a thespian
Unshaven, bloodshot eyes, looking in the rearview mirror and hoping for something better
Forget about missed appointments with potential saviors
Keep to what you know of keeping out of trouble and the maintenance of mediocrity
Physiognomy is destiny and that is a convenient excuse

That's another story - Aches and pains and Saturday night
It's not believable that one night is different from other nights
On all nights, Agatha of God practices saving electricity
On all nights, I can barely summon the energy to stand up straight
And make threats against the commonplace, make threats against burdensome self-actuality

That's another story - How you make up self as if there was no true self
Direct contradiction of the life you've actually led
Like Ivanhoe of the homeowner's association
Like a pretender to the throne engaging in the daily car crash rally
Up the hill to a reserved parking space
Bottled water for your capped off self-delusion