Unrefined / Wicked

Take this evil feeling

And that disgusting look

Right. Off. Your. Face.

Bleach tie-dyed wishes

Wash them from his brain

You can not fake

This polish

This paint

Or make it want to glitter

Cuticles will not recede

Ratty hangnails pull and puff

Legs: no shave

Brows: no wax

Popping knuckles, dislocated

Joints cannot bend

Take out the trash

Take your medication

Your vitamins

Your turn

Your chance

Make a decision

To chance

To change

To jelly rolls

Gliding over recyclable



Rhymes cluttered

Over creamy, spiral-bound pages

Copyright © 2010 N.E. Tasker

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