Picture Perfect

Here's a little poem I wrote a while ago....

 

Picture Perfect.

 

She’s the picture of perfection,

Nip tuck face with airbrushed complexion.

She’s full of pride and full of grace,

Never a hair out of place.

 

Moulded into a perfect life,

You know she’d make a model wife.
Bend her shape her she’s a creation.
Tease her please her she’ll be your titillation.

 

But no heart beats in her fake chest,

If you chase her there’ll be no rest.
For with the flow of botox in her veins,
You know she’ll never feel any pain. 

 

You can never lift her spirit higher,

Not even with loves flaming desire.
You’ll never melt that synthetic heart,
For it’s nothing more than a part.

 

On the outside she looks fantastic,

But don’t forget she’s only plastic.
And though this may be hard to swallow,
Inside she’s dark and hollow.

 

Do not forget there’s a price to pay,

To look and live the Barbie way.
So come on now let’s not be coy,
After all she’s just a toy.