Grin - 2010/09/19

Damn these grins cluttering my vision
Plastered to the faces of their hosts
From merrily dancing fools set on fire
To the soulless dead and wailing ghosts
They grin everywhere for torments sake
Their other intentions remain unknown
Even as their laughter reveals a fate
The last dying scream of a poor drone
Misused for misdirection then to hide
Ideas sans purpose used solely to mock
Always searching and working to deride
The few left racing against the clock
When these circumstances one day shift
They shall confront it with their spin
Forcing reality to slap them heartily
In a vain hope it will remove the grin

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