Tree Faced

Christina Brady, Staff Writer
November 20, 2019

Trunk faced,

sleeping with his mask…

You can see it through his eyes.

 

With a mole,

Those lips

They talk so sly.

 

He’s trunk faced,

Tree faced,

Made out of lies.

 

He’s junk-mail,

rebate,

A three faced sigh.

 

He’s a frozen body.

Real eyes realize

He’s not a real guy.

 

And maybe mention something 

Of how he never dies.