his hands were never washed or cleaned
yet no one notices them at all…

his hands always coated in dirt
wrapped in scarlet red lace
secrets tied in a bow

tan disguising his dirt,
cologne disguising the horrid smell,
his pockets disguising all the secrets…

remembering his face daunting task,
but his hands are anything but vague
watch them, I used to…
the thing that no one else paid any mind to…

his hands were neither washed nor cleaned,
yet no one notices them at all…