Did you know that not smiling in Pocatello is against the law?
“Tongue in cheek” Poem
I walked through the chilled mountains of the Pocatello. I walked with a limp and my head down. Strangely I staggered over my feet, a stranger I have seen. I twitched my face I was threatened by my own frown. A rested blimp face I despised! I glanced at my reflection from the pond. My face stiff-end as I exercised my cheeks, due to an habitual frown. Surely I looked possessed as my tongue and cheeks rested upside down. The winter weather and my cold faced didn’t congregate. I was thrown into Prison for an unappealing image. As I entered into the prison, my face twitched uncontrollably. I held my cold face and took a deep breath. I stared into the blurry mirror and longed for a Duchenne smile.