Photoshop Faces

Each morning when she gets up
She photoshops her face
With layers of paste and plaster in
The hope that by the grace
Of God or maybe make up
Her mask will fox them all
To think that she is so perfect
Just like a Barbie doll

And with her paint and lipstick
She moves into the day
Praying no tears will tumble down
And wash it all away
Nor any other happening
For then, she fears we’ll see
Her face naked and all exposed
Which she says is ugly

Yet less all her mascara
Eye liner and much more
There’s fairness in her face deeper
Than her made over flaws
For cosmetics cover nothing
Are really no disguise
As beauty hidden underneath
Is best in any eyes

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No More Wrinkles

It’s been said if you stay in the water
That you’ll wrinkle up just like a prune
All creased up and furrowed and crinkled
The dawn of old age far too soon

But what if you stay there forever
And never dry out but stay wet
Would those wrinkles become rather scaly
Would you gulp like a fish and forget

Forget that you once were a human
Would you swim on the crest of a wave
Indulge in a tail and fin and a gill
And turn out as a fish, say, called “Dave”

Dave the fish!  What a legend they’d all shout
The man that turned fish overnight
From a bath where his wrinkles all dissolved
To retain all these fishy insights

Such a master, we’d bow down before him
Save the fact that we’d drown if we did
Dave the fish! Wrinkles gone and now wiped out
He’d be a hero!  All furrows now rid!

For in an instant he’d have beaten the bug bear
With resolution for old wrinkly skin
Over all that the chemists have concocted
Dave the Fish would have a straight forward win!

For with creases all gone and just vanished
And skin oh so soft as came be
We could throw out all night creams and potions
And take heed of Dave’s fish legacy!