Tissue

Tissue

I'm stuffed in purses
And back pockets.
I wipe you nose
And eye sockets.

At dinner tables
They say excuse me.
Pull me out
And then abuse me.

I'm white, I'm pink,
And even blue.
I'm very handy
For bouts of flu.

And I'm around
When you feel blue.
When broken hearts
Make a big boo-hoo.

I'm softer than
A baby's butt.
And gentle, man
For a razor cut.

I sit right here
On the counter,
For the next drip
That you encounter.

Think of me
When you got to blow,
Or take me to
A romantic show.

And I am especially
Filled with glee
When you blot your lipstick
Off on me.