Talcum Powder Was Almost the Death of Me

talcum powder was almost the death of me it was bathroom winter elegantly scented blinded by the dusty seductress, and i ache to bathe again then cocoa shea hit me like an odd sort of heat there were so many bumpy roads and dead skin cells there were so many speed traps and balled up and torn up tickets what should have been clues instead came as covered comfort yes, lou, there was, originally, always something there to remind me now, as naked as the current version of my eyes, i put the unexpected generic on the recently renovated pedestal yes, again, Your Highness, Mr. Radio, the Woman of today is still smarter than Man in every way thank you, Sweets, i will now live longer