smile

it's not so bad
I'm never sad
it doesn't hurt at all.
it aches a bit when I do this
so I'll just quit

good to be plain no evil gain
it was a shame
I will not deign
speak ill of you or mention lows

the thoughts that grow
I will not sow, so - not so.
no feelings of pain
nor thoughts of sin
while picturing that wicked kind grin

it only hurts when I smile
perhaps at times when in your grace
stand bare defiled
maybe a sting when I cough or wheeze
a gleeful wince at my expense
out loud, I laugh to please
yes, a little prick
when I cover my mouth to sneeze

at night to bed
songs when in my dead
I sleep maybe first weep
please be assured
only four times the week
take my word that when I wake
I find my soul you did not take
I sob... but promise
these tears are of pure joy!

I rise, I go to play and toy
hide as one in the woods
no better place
my steps retrace
come correct so I can know
what should have been
said to me long ago...