Like tiny snowflakes falling if there is an itch and it’s scratched,
Like detergent falling off the scooper thing that comes in the box ….it can’t be matched
Skin flakes tired of the person not getting the notion,
From many moons walking around this earth not putting on any lotion.
Dry, crusted, shoulder blades and knees,
Ashyness across the body, coast to coast like seas.
Dry and grey like playing in the sands with kids,
Has Schatar Taylor made it possible to be ashy in the eyelids?
I think with her, she may just give lots and lots,
Of hope for others like her, who are ashy too……..in their bald spots.
I seen potted plants have more moisture than some,
It’s like even when in the store the lotion looks like it calls out to ashy ones…”C’mon buy me! Come here, Come!”
Ash has turned up in the most unusual places,
It’s made an appearance at the somebody’s party the other day, and was slappin faces.
“I’m the new thing in town!”, said captain Ash and his riders,
“We gotta keep every thing dried out and white like on old crusty Michelle Pfeffier.
I am tired of watching ash rule the streets,
Like a volcano erupted and ended up in some folks sheets.
They get out of bed and go take a shower,
Not one ounce of even vaseline on the lips….Damn! That ash has power!
The End!
Take it Easy…and Lotion!
