One of my supervisors gave me
Some Betty Ford Center lip balm
As kind of a joke
I laughed and put it in my pocket
And on the drive home from work
I put some on my dry California lips
And I immediately felt a sense of stability and persevering boredom
My after-work beer spilled down my shirt
The bubbly elixer unable to pass my lips
My rye whiskey nightcap suffered a similar fate
Yet my lips felt full and hydrated
My liver and mind felt clean
Be careful when accepting gifts. Protect your lips.
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