Skin

A lip color of berry and a chocolate eye/

Thin but pouty lips and sparse fluttery/

Lashes and a pointy bulbous nose/

With freckles that lay across it/ 

And lay under the eye and cheekbones/

With beauty marks/

And smooth sagging skin/

I wonder about my hair color/

And whose skin I'm living in/

I wonder what I will tie/

In my thin little mane/

How will I shave my face/ 

What change will I really make/

But I don't feel to strange in this skin/

I've gotten quite used to it/

I've picked it and certainly abused it/

I've treasured and cherished it/

I no longer confuse this/

I'm all spent/

And out of control/

But I think of myself as heaven sent/

Can't control my ego/

I'm finally comfortable/

I've misused the word I and too frequently/

No sense in grammar but I have never/ 

Had time for commas and punctuation/

I don't think of semi colons/

And only celebration/

I'm all spent/

And I have no money/

I'll change my lipstick to a soft honey/

I'll wear my colored contacts/

And take care of my skin/

I'll wear my blue iris fragrance/

With the warm and cool lingering woods/

I'll wear the finest silks and linens/

And all I because I could and can/

But when I hear things like this/

For which I usually can't stand/

For clothes and luxury do not make-

The man.