This poem is one that I just came up with by looking at my friends chapstick.
So I'm sure you can guess what this poem is called.
Chapstick
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My purpose is to smoothen lips
Broken, split, crusty lips
I intend to satisfy one pair
But my intentions are never controllable
I meet my owners peers
As if my owners lips were bad enough
To encounter the unknown
Every day is uncomforting
I'm a slave without a say so
A stick that swirls on a spirl
Without manipulation
Is quite an aggravation
And when its my time to go
That one last use of me
I will never forget how unloyal
My owner was
I was made for him only
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