I Try To Mean It When I Smile

Murderers dressed in sunday's best
commit thought-crimes inspired by divine bureaucrats
while obscure patterns radiate from an overdose on reality.
I try to mean it when I smile.

Mourners sing of hidden worlds
while haters wait for semi-inspired romantics
to write of automobiles and forgotten affairs.
I try to mean it when I smile.

Teachers sit in bombed out basements
getting stoned with future diplomats
sobbing of boredom while phones ring in faraway shacks.
I try to mean it when I smile.