A smooth silent gliding viscous liquid <br />Silently seeping creeping gently downwards <br />Over a sleek and tender surface <br />With no growth left growing anywhere <br />After the apprehensive gritting <br />Of your teeth as the wax goes ripping <br />Waxing is a girly thing with a very manly sting <br /> <br />Sliding, slicing at pulled up roots <br />Glistening stainless steeled with sharpness <br />On the edge it cuts and glides <br />And snags on spots leaving crimson tides <br />After the lavish application of soft soapy lubrication <br />As you tighten skin, the razor goes sliding slashing <br />Shaving is a manly thing with a very girly sting. <br /> <br />Or with a grainy gritness <br />Rubbed with circulating stiffness <br />Of bristled scrubbing brushing briskness <br />To remove half dead particles <br />Of skin not shed by natural deadness <br />Leaving a glowing exfoliated lushness <br />A girly blushness or <br />With too much vigour <br />A manly sore and ruddy redness. <br /> <br />This poem’s just skin deep <br />I know <br />A superficial treatment <br />That cannot cleanse so deep <br />To ever reach <br />Your heart or soul.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/skin-deep-7/
