Countenance - Process Your Anger about the Human Condition

Countenance

Palpable anger in her countenance,
She addresses the camera
With an intensity reaped from
Incessant childhood horror.
Wrapped in a tailored suit,
She hawks the latest rip-off
With no remorse,
A polished peddler of misinformation,
Negligently representing the
Banal and dangerous,
Selling herself for a dollar and
A misguided sense of power.


 
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Poetry by Guy Farmer