Body told me to stop!

So says that famous model
that her body told her to stop
Mine says that almost every hour
But I can't turn back the clock

Each week takes about 90 hours
enough to drive any man insane
Yet at the risk of losing privileges
I just would dare not complain

Sigh, all these very late hours
and doing things terrible to my eyes
there are bags, my old body sags
several pills and potions applied!

Yet I know I must carry on
Walk the runway until I die
Don’t I wish, for a moments bliss
but my masters aren't satisfied!

The End

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