No more smiling

Theres no more smiling on the passport photo
In the little booth
Do you know how hard that is to do?
The more they tell you to do something
The more you do
And I do
I do
I just laugh at absurdity
I do
Just shows the futile que
They have you stand in
Like a good looking number
Waiting for a number
Fellow citizen, talk to me

“!Hello seventy eight oblique three!”
“You’re looking good these days, you doing speed?”
“How’s the 3.5.5 and the 3.8.33?”
“oh they’re fine, a handful of abacus, but fine and dandy dee!”

They don’t want you to smile
They want to know your name
But ignore the fact
You have feelings
Unlike the same in them

Demonic

Under lenses

Facial recognition
No more smiling
It buggers it up for them
HEY – YOU – MINION  You don’t smile!
It reminds us your human
And that may play upon an ounce of guilt
That the plans we have for you
Are pretty grim
We shall be kicking your shin soon
Using control
In the form of fear
And misinformation
Our lovely little guarantees you will never smile
We will chastise your golden miles of fun
become number one in charge

Not so fast -scan -headbutt -forehead –bleep, checkout
Cheap,
You are not allowed to smile
This government wishes
A marriage down an aisle of numbers
A body bar code scan
And the invasive probes in slumbers
We have you hypnotised
Galvanised on gluttony
Spewing out the rut of me
And all
Im your big brother
I shrink your smalls
I probe your malls
I know your there
You aren’t smiling anymore
I have totted up your world
Made it mine
Settled score
I’m soon to win you
We are soon to own you
C I T I Z E N
And you ain’t smiling.