Angry Smiles…
…once upon a time, in sometime land, the concept of mirrorology was born…bad became good, Black rose to winner status on one Friday per year, the notion of diss-ing the ease became a health crisis, and a bonus became consumed by cost of living increases within a nano-second…
No longer can I quickly tell the difference between a hot fire and a fire that is cool…I can also no longer quickly classify a smile, as sinister intentions can coerce the devil to chuckle.
…Now I wake me up to speak/my heart and soul I hope to keep/Now I shake the wake-up out of my dreams/should I rake the shake out of the bushes or turn off the news and put my anger on ice?