He has a mask, a smile unnatural
In the way it fails to crack despite attacks,
He waves, but he seems so dead
Behind the eyes, like he’s realised
The mistakes he’s made but can’t admit.
I imagine a team of people in the background
Cringing as he stands for photos, trying
To make it look like he’s down with the kids,
Like he knows what it’s like to be one of us,
And not the son of a billionnaire.