Trading Faces Poem by John W. McEwers

I traded my smile
for a grimace,
which I got at a discount
because no one wanted it.

I then sold my grimace
at a pawn shop
so that I could pay child support
and the guy threw in a frown for free.

The frown is getting old,
and I think there's a new model on the market
with a camera
and a touchscreen -

- but if you won't touch my face again
I'll keep this one,
but don't complain if I call you all the time.