Lipstick wax and three-day-old mascara
Recycled for the weekend
The wash has been put off
Use the same lace thongs and silk garters as last Friday’s wear
Still damp with the stench of alcohol and Irish sweat

Paint red polish over the chewed, grimy nails
On the hand that just wiped down the plate in the microwave
Molded over with bubbled broth and melted cheese

Slip on ‘Loubutons’ over cracked, blistered feet
And slick on clumped cream over the erupting zits
Forming near the dripping hairline
Which itself has been plastered with industrial hairspray

Shove extra cushion in that shredded brassiere
That’s passed off as styled and lacy every Saturday morning

One last glance in the cracking mirror
Flashing a cigarette-stained smile
And winking with a crusted eye
Then finally off to dance and melt the cover away
And display the foul of beauty