Gone Boy
The grease is thick and blubbery
Upon the idiot’s face:
His mask was thick and rubbery,
But now there is no trace:
His features, once so risible
Are all at once invisible.
Where violence, so cosmetic
Once creased the joker’s mug –
His image, so pathetic,
Has vanished with a shrug:
The silly lips that he deployed
Have slipped into a total void.
The eyebrows arched and jolly,
The chins he loved to wag
Were evidence of utter folly,
As in a schoolboy gag –
Now cameras search in despair,
Because his mugshot isn’t there.
Goodbye to his inanity,
So selfish, full of ego,
Now we can’t see his vanity
And whisper ‘Where did he go?’
Into a vacuum, mere aroma,
Into a long and empty coma.
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