Wear A Cons Smile Poem by Kevin Patrick

If you can't afford to smile
Don't make a debt on buying frowns
Cause if you pay in being hostile
Expect a timeshare to a ghost town

For the prisoner is his own prison
When the jailer is his flogged soul
And the trumpeters wearing Mittens
When he's traffic blocked his Mojo

So if postponing your pastime
On a pathway of obstacles
Don't look surprised as the bell chimes
As you seethe in a bed of your Fossils

You got to live life as a bullet
Being cabaret from a gun
Speeding high on exhilaration
Before the last train arrives for your mortal shuffle


I've been broken and mended
So many times it's offended
But in the course of the wars
I have learned the hard chores
And that the only way to survive
This implausible kerfuffle
Is to bare it a sharpened grin
And wear a con artists smile