Your Looks Poem by Chris Jibero

Cast away this stygian looks
From your famous cherubic face
So eager to contaminate
And turn a pulpit of praise
Into a man-eating doleful churchyard
Just to spite my thanksgiving heart

Do throw on it some warm water
Soothing and refreshing
Washing away cancerous anger
Alien to angelic countenance
So it can invite me again and again
To worship at your altar
Of contagious smiles
That invigorate my sagging soul
And infect everyone around.