by Mark Figueroa
Ashy and crusty.
I just used lotion.
How are you still dry and dusty?
A ninth wonder?
No way. No how. Checking the tube—right now.
Seems I’ve made a blunder.
This shall hit me like thunder!
In an uneasy commotion—I used another concoction—some drink—- an unknown potion.
My knees wither and frail.
My hair, it turns white.
Knuckles grow pale!
My skin droops and drops!
Gosh darn it—liver spots?
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