The Sun never sets on the darkened whipped skin...

IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : Part XX

IF you pull a long-haughty face
Some would not your game play
What irks you most is not their voice
But runs they chalk up during volley

If you then pull this long face
With those in the same métier
Beware some might your castle raze
Out of a need to debunk the phoney

Yet if you pull that self-same long face
Know it's your own face you sadistic flay
Whoever for whatever reason takes offence
Stretches his face beyond the Milky Way

Now if you keep pulling that long-ridiculed face
Despite what others do to keep us down I'd say
Go on keep pulling that by now long irate face
There's no better lesson you could give or take Olé

So if you must pull your long-inured face
For ages whipping on slave-ship galley
Go on live in bliss with Moon-mirror face
The Sun darkens skin with un-ending ray

© T. Wignesan - Paris, January 19, 2019