In the glass-shielded propaganda frame
mounted on the bulkhead
of the driver's
compartment
a carefully-chosen chubby bloke-next-door
is white in a uniform straight smile
I can almost smell his
cheap aftershave
Someone else
has risked the cameras
to rim his welcoming teeth
with crimsonned lips
Jackson (Western Australia)
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