A roll of quarters will buy you
all the truth you need in this town
‘cause it’s not always sincere
when their plastic stretches
into a smile
tight lipped and restrained
holding back age and sorrow
is just part of the job
but honestly did you expect them
to just break down and cry
And, being the ornament that I am
can be a good thing sometimes
perverting their reflections
back to them
can only make them laugh
