Frustration

This is for Sally.

And for all women plagued by middle-aged bristly chins.

Not mine. Mine’s been zapped by a lovely lady with a laser gun. Could handle the hot sting like tight elastic bands being flicked but it was the sulphuric whiff that really made my eyes roll.

Smooth as the proverbial baby’s……

 

Chin

 

flick bit scrat scrat flick pick

trying between fingernails to get a grip

no tweezers

on the tube

they can’t hear it,

the addicted insect click

can they?

Angel

give up

 

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