The Cream

It sits in a container
Screwed to the wall
Beside the large mirror
And hair dryers
In the gym changing room

It’s as white as snow
As soft as bubbles
And smells of sophistication

Some rub it all over their bodies
Some rub into their feet
Some use it as hand cream
Some use it as a face cream
I’ve even seen some
Rub it under their armpits
As if it were a deodorant

Personally I use it
To style my hair

I don’t want to find out
What its real purpose is
As I kind of like the mystery of it

A Magnetto Influence Poem