Don’t Make Me Smile

“Oh, she’s smiling now.”

This ticket-bot points at me.

“Bank of Dad, eh?”

He has one brown tooth and a

Thick curtain of neck fat

Which trembles, when he jerks

His head,

Looking from me to his monitor.

“Smile, love, it might never happen.”

The turkey-ticket man says.

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