the american spray tan (poem)

Beige, olive, brown, blue and black 

Few main colors that make up the pack 

The pack of ingredients 

The pack for the pot-the big melting pot steaming on the stove top

It bubbles and boils as the temperatures rise

A colorful stew that neglects very few 

Oh now what’s that? 

That there in the back -> 

An orange girl raises her hand w a bob

Her fingers discolored and her nose raised with snob 

Her foot a-thump-thumpin and her hands stiffly crossed 

“How could you forget me?!” She says with disgust 

“I don’t want her” I think, “she looks like she stinks”

She’ll move my stew rating from “yum” down to “eeek” 

I turn to my recipe for any excuse and to my dismay she’s included down there bolded in blue 

“All colors welcome- we do not exclude, not even not even those with artificially colored hues”