Creases, when she smiles
Lost or lived lines
Puff some powder
These, at least, I can hide
An external glimpse
Of minimal significance
Cosmetic concerns are just one
Of the many symptoms
But what olay can't repair
And facials fail to fix
Literally, ugliness resides within
Greased pipes, porous bones
A corpse is coming out
Formicating under my skin
Now before it does,
Please prescribe me some medicines
And yes, do not judge
I am not just an old lady
Trying to resist her age
I am a critical patient
Fighting a contagious epidemic
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