ODE TO M.A.C.
by Kelly Kapoor
When nothing can lift my spirits not even MySpace.
There's one place I can go for a positive encounter,
I grab my credit card and head to the MAC counter.
Dressed in black, your make-up artists embrace androgyny,
They too delight in my favorite science: cosmetology.
I sample your gloss, eye shadow, foundation and mascara,
I buy your products to look like Christina Aguilera.
MAC makes you look edgy and cool, gives you mystique,
It's way better than lame-o Covergirl, Revlon, or Clinique.
I love it more that Britney, General Hospital and Tyra.
Who knows, maybe I'll get a job at MAC after I retire-a.
MAC gives a girl that much-needed dose of glam that I admire,
With my face done, I feel like a celebrity in the pages of The Enquirer.
Sometimes I buy online and my makeup's delivered via FedEx,
There will always be special place in my heart for MAC cosmetics.
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