Blue Lipstick
Blue, Black, Orange, White
Colors everywhere in sight
So many colors, do they ever stop?
We run around we shop and we shop
But for what? A tube of paint?
The true meaning has become faint
So many things have been changed
And what’s funny is no one thinks it’s strange
The reason we wear this paint
Is to enhance our beauty
For we feel it is our duty
To make it known
That we are beautiful in every way
But what do you say
When you see you’re wearing a mask
Not up to the task
Of showing the real you
Blue Lipstick
Ugh, it makes me sick
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