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Take a bad look at yourself
The mirror only offers us... reflection,
inverting down the axis, what is there.
So left is right across this intersection.
We never see in it, what others share.
We wash our faces, brush our teeth or shave
while gazing at this stranger we know well.
Accustomed to the convex and concave,
the magnified or back-lit link to Hell.
It never shows the 'Candy Man' behind us,
unless the Demon really dwells within.
The flash when he reveals himself may blind us
this specter of our past and future sin.
And though now, (thanks to Facebook and such sites)
we see more photographs of how we look,
when misbehaving out on drunken nights,
with candid snaps we wish they'd never took.
Perhaps, those show more than the mirror does?
Those moments when our guard is truly down.
The beast accompanies that bad beer buzz,
then the morning mirror offers me, the proof that I'm a clown.
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