Faces

The faces just changed,

But the stories are ranged;

Still no one is getting engaged,

With all the clones,

Even when all the bones;

Are still the same. 

No, they aren’t expecting fame;

All they want is game,

With the transparent rules;

Rather than, it being opaque.

The pits are deep,

That scares the creep;

All we want it to be melded along,

So that the cup is held for years;

Even when we hear the shatters. 

The faces just changed.

But they covered the tanged

Statements,

that may just corner the face;

This is what every world doesn’t expect. 

The faces just changed and are

Waiting for the way to get arranged

And are taken out of the barrage.

That currently looks like we are caged.

The faces just changed.