Check the mirror twice

For any spot on you just short of nice.

Match your skirt with any shirt

And smear the lip gloss. It won't hurt.

Powder makes your wrinkles

Ever louder.

Smooth those facial curves.

Turn around.

Assess your gown.

Tonight you tour the town.

Not a trace of outer frown.

How you grace the city

With your laugh so queer and silly.

How you strafe around

Looking for your little brush.

Cooking up a little touch

Upon yourself.

And thinking 'I am ready'

To bring candy and confetti

To this magic setting.

Clock is winding more.

Bell rings at the door.

Muster up your final touches up

And drift across the floor.

Rob a final breath and reach the knob.


You are untouchable...

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