Your Unibrow

Your unibrow: a bushy bridge
connecting temples with
a porcupine stripe underline
for forehead emphasis.

And though your hairline doth recede 
like water with the tide,
that Frida Kahlo confluence
of brow you cannot hide. 

It lends to you an angry scoff,
a mottled, misplaced frown --
as though your mustache wandered off,
forgot which way was down.

I pity you in private,
not 'cause you look like a Muppet --
but 'cause parents tend
to clutch their kids 
whenever you're in public. 



The End

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