When you're feeling ugly and fat and alone
There's a place that would like you to call
It's brightly lit and inviting, with sweet perfumed air
It's the beauty counter of our shopping mall
Try to avoid the tango-faced white coated females
Their wares are not for girls like you
You don't want your foundation to be a revelation
In a scarily unnatural hue.
©cih16, April 2016
starcline - less a blog, more a derailed train of thought
About Me
- clinestar
- Part time poet, full time librarian, student of the delights of milk chocolate. Likes books, milk, paddling, poetry, scribbling, chocolate, notebooks, sea, piers. Not necessarily in that order. All work copyright cih.