Being told to act natural
A handshake;
a smile,
not too wide;
say a few kind words
to the camera;
remember
to mean what you say,
and hold back the tide of vomit
rising from your disassembled ego.
If something slips out somehow,
play it like that toy 9mm
in the top drawer of your desk,
the one with the rubber bullets
that won’t hurt, or kill anyone.
They bounce off balding heads,
just like the things you wanted to say.
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