Lipschtick

Lipschtick
(Upon request for Sunday Scribblings.)

Her smile’s stuck,
Just like a clown.
A ruby guck
Is on her frown.

Forensic eyes
Might take a peek,
Then realize
It’s just Clinique.

For scarlet gloss
Has smeared beneath,
And, though she floss,
It’s on her teeth.

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