Wrinkles form despite the miraculous claims.

A long red hair ends up in the semi-gloss.

The newest cereal promises vigour

like you’ve never known.

But I never really noticed a difference,

did you.


Sometimes don’t you just get tired

of saying onwards.

Sometimes building a life on top of all this pain

is too much work.

The greeting cards all start to look the same,

and standing in the drugstore you become annoyed

because you realize

you never actually saw a daisy that looked like that.

A baby so composed.

A mother so happy.

A world so right.

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