Oh band aids,
You are more to me than women,
You’re brown, holey and sticky,
With your beautiful pores,
You stick to my skin,
Till a scab may form,
You protect my wounds,
And my hygiene,
But,
When its time to go,
You must have to stay,
You stick,
I pull,
Until you are away,
In the bin,
You will go,
Until my brother,
Decides to eat you.