Mr. Fix It


Your smile
is like the crack in the ceiling.
You are plastered:
yet trying to make amends.
Just like the ceiling crack,
your smile is crooked,
pathetic, and sad...
No matter how you try
to spackle, paint or mend----
your transgressions leak through,
leaving that nasty stain
near the crack in the ceiling....

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