Next morning

[GerryMattia]

Sunlight glinting on the sink reveals
there is no minty goodness,
only remnants of another evening to regret,
sad little crumbs of smudged lipstick, worn
elastic, despair.

Bunny came from a crowded burrow,
no distinguishing features,
just youth and shyness
that lied to her loins.  Nobody wants
you in your dull fur; shave, polish,
advertise.

Pixels look pretty.  Smooth, enhance,
engage.  Old dogs become wild wolves,
easy to please with flesh.

Bright smiles cannot shine
under hands that grope, sweat,
turn to claws and 
snap!

Bunny brushes away the taste 
of the dog that whimpers
until it stops.

The great part about being a poet, is that every once in a while you get to type on another's bit. Love this. The anger about advertising. . . testing on animals you did not do here - but you made yourself the lab test. This one is test for the reader. Are you paying attention? Self evaluation goes a LOOOONG way.