Your smutty tag is showing
Slipping out of your slip
Oh, it's purposeful
Your face
All powdery and blended
Ready to make the boxmates
Scratch the glass
All the things you hate
Become the things you embrace
I've seen you on the platform
But could never relate
Having seen you fully done up
And ready to pounce
Your scowl and renounce concealer
Drives you to bounce like a punched balloon
On more days than I can count
You've been a naughty nurse
Maybe worse
At least until your boss can see why the flatmates toss
All about the cage
It's just the cost of doing business
Settling into your place with a hint of lace
Nothing wrong with that
Life is flat
Not what mom wanted
Didn't really matter
Not when dad was around
And then
When mom passed by the mirror
You got lost for a second
The two figures blending
Not knowing which was which
One might need mending
But which one
After that
It was decided
You would get what you want
With firmly planted heels and perhaps a little bending
The messages you've been sending
To throw the suited gents off the scent
Has made for a good effect
It's the morning routine that would give you away
The woman passing
Ever so slightly by
Showing how easily things can go astray
Awry
What you really should hide
Next to your eyelash curler
Somewhere deep inside your clutch
That thing with pride that lurches
But, broken into slivers
Once the routine is uncovered or spied
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5.14.09
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