Friday, December 19, 2008

A poem about a facial cream

Nivea

One hundred thirty bucks

I should’ve just ordered a Big Mc

But the thought of your smoothing cream

Makes me take out a violet bill

That night when you kissed my face

When you smeared your fluid on my skin

Ahhh…. What can I say?

The violet bill is nothing.

How I wish you would always stay

Perform your miracle to lighten up my sad face

Even just for a few weeks

Cover me with your vita-cream

But you are no exception

Just like the others that passed me by

They have just stayed for just a time

And then,

a violet bill will again be just fine…

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