Cosmetics Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Cosmetics

When in car all alone
Company is the sound
In my case, radio!

They live on advertise
Work in morgue and care not
For the dead brought in
Or readied to go out…

They abide by their job
Complete embalming…

Most of ads cosmetics
This matter makes me think:
"Are women so ugly? "

I recall Coroico and David:
"Do they dare not to fix? "
He said and explained:
"Facial hair! "
"Only for forty days! ! ! "

Comes to mind my mother:
"Choose your wife for morning
With a face desired…"

The rest was mine to think…

Honestly what is this?

Working days and nights for
Spending on dress and makeup?

Why women are naive?

Aren't they the angels?
Don't they have heaven's gift?

Hey you are gorgeous if…
Remain you with caring!