Poker Face Poem by Phil Soar

Poker Face



The poker face they said I had put on
was nothing like my mood, and soon was gone
so why did I feel guilty at the time?
about this poker face that's really mine

I cannot help the way my face reflects
the moods and episodes that life affects
so I'll just go along with a face like thunder
and travel through life from blunder to blunder

Monday, April 6, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: funny
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