If I have them tarted up
Lathered, rinsed, scrubbed, peeled, creamed, tenderized
Smelling of tangerines and youthful exuberance
The air of disaffected petulance and slum appeal perfected
Working the seedier corners of your mind
Like carnival barkers versed in product placement
Will you pay attention then?
Will my words have meaning then?
Or will they all go missing
By morning?
