Treating recalcitrance with bored devotion,
I buy ground turmeric, blend it with lotion,
brew a suggested and new-to-me mix,
dab it on one leg, and hope for a fix.
Strawberry, saffron, and freckled, this painting
looks like a treatment that needs marinating
under the drape of a cool cotton sock,
hidden from gawkers but ready to rock.
Whether or not any native tribe claims it,
whether a snob of an art critic names it,
such a concoction could calm lots of spots,
yielding smooth skin minus pointillist dots.
Go, peeling canvas! Be gone, hexed graffiti!
Work for me, oh, balm — amaze like a deity!
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