Dorian Gray

The camera doesn’t lie
No matter what deal you make
With the devil
Or how good the lighting
Or from which direction
The lines are there
The shadows
The southward drift
The dissipation
The swag
The jowls
The wattle
The problem is
When I look in the mirror
I see a friendly face
A face I know
And someone loved
Once
It’s a strange game of Dorian Gray
With the devil
Of the camera
And the camera doesn’t lie
And the only thing left to do
Is smile