A Poem - Gammon face

Gammon faces
Believing in their high up places
Working for Mr failing fiat
Jowls flapping in the wind
Heads throbbing red
Hunting down the animal homo sapien
Gammon faces hiding in the T.V.
Trying to stop you from being free
Making you think about their unimportant gammon faces
So you forget your living in the Maya Tricks
Playing games of rules from already dead gammon faces
Say it three times and look behind you
Gammon face
Gammon face
Gammon face
He's behind you!

@RiskDebonair
Irish Writer, Poet, & Lover