N is for Nail Polish

N is for pretty elaborate nail polish 

Something after 2 hours I seem to demolish 

Every girl here all done up and proper 

They are the princess, I feel like the pauper 

I like to get ready and look collected 

But not totally fake or filled with injection 

I consider myself a girly girl 

I wore ribbons and deeply admire the family pearls 

Tell me we’re going to the hair salon 

Half a second later I’m already gone 

But something about getting my nails done 

Just has never been my type of fun 

Sitting there strapped to the chair 

A mumble up a silent prayer 

Picking the color is my worst nightmare 

8 shades of white just really aren’t fair 

Though I don’t mind a nice foot rub 

I start to panic about who’s been in the foot tub 

I do love looking at the final thing 

And the idea of freedom makes my heart want to sing 

I can’t quite explain 

Gettings my nails done just brings me pain 

Having to surrender my nails 

I’m all locked up in my mental jail 

All alone just to think with my thoughts 

My sister laughing as I sit there and rot 

I wish I could drop my hands off for an hour 

Pick them up with new color and a small glitter flower 

Alas no invention exists quite yet 

So every other month, I sit and pay my glamorous debt