A doll can only fool
We cursed them all with smiling faces
To comfort little children when they frown
But a painted smile can only run as thick the plastic its placed upon
When we grow tired of them
They end in garbage wastelands
With smiles still gracing their faces
In rancid piles of various forgotten things
Until it rains
The cold hard rain of unshed tears
And washes away the fake smiles

Because no thing , no matter how small
Should have to smile forever