Crimson Lips

In a flash of inspiration

Or an act of desperation

I realized a part of me had slipped away

And you reminded me that though my hair was turning gray

I was far from senile though perhaps a little crazy

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After days of invisibility

And testing my verbal agility

Someone finally noticed me

Noticed that my brain did not quite run on fhe same tracks

As other people's

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You can accuse me of faulty parallelism

Or maybe cliches and over-enthusiasm

Or being lost in a world where I prefer long words with many syllables

And everyone else is OMG and AFK and LMAO and CUL8TR

That stuff makes me crazy

People that can text like fiends

But they can't use a potato peeler

You mean you can peel your own potatoes?

Whoever would have thunk it

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And always wear crimson lipstick to the grocery store

So you won't be a bore

Because you know the day your hair is wild

And you forgot to shower

And you wore your old shoes with the hole by the left pinky toe

And you just ran to the corner store to get diapers or tampons

Then that is the day the reporter from the news will be there

To ask you about politics or the newest fashions or the construction on Lincoln Blvd.

And I would like to think that even Barbra Streisand has bad hair days