Peel the skin off of your face
Let the whole world see your face
Hone the rusty blade
Remove your imperfections one by one
Stand before the broken mirror
See your twisted self reflected in its shards
Scream all you want but you rage in vain
You can't undo what has been done
Perfection, unattainable
Infection, whispers in your skull
This obsession, ruins your life
Yet still, you go under the knife
Come on, the runway death-march beckons you
The bright white-hot spotlight blinds your view
Take this pill, it'll get you through the night
Tomorrow binge and purge then you'll look all right
I hear the surgeon call
Now doctor, start the incision
Careful now, absolute precision
Under the knife. You'll find your dreams
Under the knife. No one hears your screams
Perfection, unattainable
Infection, whispers in your skull
This obsession, ruins your life
Yet still, you go under the knife
Author notes
A brief rage against this physical perfection-obsessed culture and the moronic fools who buy into it. If you happen to be one of those who indulge in plastic surgery in an effort to appear more appealing when it is unnecessary to do so, please don't bother to comment. I know it sounds callous, but I am against this and I really do not care to hear people telling me I am wrong or providing examples of how it's a good thing. I know it can be a good thing in certain situations, but if there's nothing wrong with you and you modify yourself in that manner anyway, well then I have no sympathy for if you end up looking like a tawdry whore.
Please tell me what you think
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Hmmm, I think I liked your commentary as much as your poem. "Tawdry whore"
I liked the poem as well, what's the point in plastic surgery if you're just improving on something that eventually only you will see imperfections in, you'll never attain the goal that you want, but you'll keep searching, thinking the next time, the next time. The poem is a good way to describe it.
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I agree with you, for the most part. I'm kind of in that neutral stage, where I think people shouldn't be as obsessed with physical perfection like they are now, but I also think that it is ok because if they end up looking like a "tawdry whore", as you put it, then they won't like themselves either and will have to live with that their whole life. In other words, any complication that they have to live with are their own fault, so, knowing the risks involved, I think a person should have the right to pick what they want to do with themselves, but I would NEVER go to extraordinary lenghts to make myself look different...I think the world would just be better if people could be happy the way they were and didn't try to change everything.
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Interesting. I agree that this culture is perfection obsessed and that it is stupid.You are very harsh and a bit judgemental though.
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I was in an angry mood when I wrote this and I was feeling a little bitter, hence the harshness. Your point is taken, though.
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Totally agree with you. Plastic is so false. Great poem. X
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Sounds good!
Oooh, I like this one! It might work for a cool little thing I'm coming up with on guitar. I definately want to use this for Spontaneous Combustion!
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