These smiling masks

I see the smiling faces
With the lifeless, plastic eyes,
A sideshow at the fairground
Spouting forth their lies,

Which show their lack of knowledge
About what I want to achieve.
Pay some money, toss a ball,
Maybe they'll turn and leave.

I know, though, if my writing
Is out there on display,
It's fair game for the plebeians
To critique, admonish, slay.

The End

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