The Trich of It

People will bicker

And people will fight

But no one will ask

If you are alright

Could hide behind shades

But that always seems rude

It doesn’t seem to matter

If my eyelashes are nude

One would think

The pain would stop me

But when I’m triched

I’m heading for the tweezers

Somebody could stop me

But who could that be?

Maybe that guy from the movie I’ve seen