Trying to create the perfect race of prettified beings,

I'm not thin or blond or glossed over in makeup;

Empty heads waiting to be filled by commercials,

Slaughtering each other for two for the price of one.


Cattle humans, meat for the media to experiment on with

Anorexic photoshop and take-this-pill-it'll-make-you-beautiful,

You dye and paint yourself just to look like images that are all false.


Fake nails, designer faces,

White rooms, surgical places,

Full of needles and lipstick and things

To make you scream.


The End

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