A Martian in a Beauty SalonA Poem by MayaA fresh perspective on beauty routinesI saw an American female With jellow in her chest That was staining her lips With a reddish soft mud And staring at the other womanIn the silver world. Another lady touched my green antennas And asked me ifSome Mr Loreal has helped me To achieve this colour. Butterflies were landing on her nails. The American with the jellow Picked two dead flies and Put them on her eyelids. Then she sprinkled the air around her With dewFrom a bottle, Looked down and smiled At the sticks Growing out of her heels: ‘Only $ 480! ‘Coz they were On sale!’ I never understood why Deformed human body parts Are so cheap on Earth. © 2017 Maya |
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