The left eye is to be penned crisply,
with a simple solace,
sustained,
throughout its sapphire abyss.

Make the eye to its right bland,
undaunted by what the new day brings,
but unwilling to overcome the ordinary;
a slacker.

The smile is to scorn the Mona Lisa,
in a style attained by only jealous mockery,
only unequivocal presumptions,
only thin air.

The nose must depict a casual laugh,
standing alone, unafflicted,
nonchalant.
I would like it to be puce.

Pen the rest of the face roughly,
pay no attention to detail.
A scribbley in-between is best
to serenade the hubris.