I said you should have plastic surgery <br />to make you look sweet <br />but I wasn't planning on drastic butchery <br />and now your face is a squashed old seat <br />I said you should have plastic surgery <br />and turn back some time <br />but they grafted plastic school chairs on your face <br />In the colour of lime <br />And you looked distorted <br />And people sat on your face <br />They wouldn't sit by you on trains <br />you were alone as a desert plain <br />I told you to have plastic surgery <br />as your lines ran deep like trenches <br />and your sags hung like swollen pork <br />Creases no iron could smooth over <br />Bags the size of giant's benches <br />The mirrors shrank in theatrical horror <br />and the anti wrinkle cream gave in <br />Caved in hollows, chasms need smoothing <br />So I ordered you to have plastic surgery <br />and I didn't think your face would be oozing <br />Stitched and black eyed like a boxer loser <br />punched over by a black hearted bruiser <br />Steak faced bandaged needled freak <br />with the name of your surgeon stitched on your cheek <br />He gave you three noses and six mouths <br />and a bread basket stuck and embedded in your jowls <br />Thinned skin with a swimming pool underneath <br />so the buried micropeople can splash about <br />A bone juts out like an angry teenager <br />all angry and boney. Your lips x 6 say different things <br />all mangled speech patterns and fighting words <br />I wish I hadn't demanded your plastic surgery <br />And now your face is a lie<br /><br />jasmine maddock<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/1-tale-about-plastic-surgery-freakery/
