Smile Please

I've paid off my debentures

By photographing lynchers.

Above their easy grins

They stare into my lens

As, placing for my view

Their firstborn, parents do.

To keep it sharp, I hope,

I focus on the rope:

A good strong vertical.

The neck twists in the fall.

You want to show the drop

Full length. I never crop.

Lash marks are hard to catch.

I touch them in; I match

Them up from shot to shot;

Touch out the crotch or what,

So I can send by mail.

Nudes have the biggest sale.

It's hard to shoot a burning,

But year by year I'm learning.

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