Pushing Perfection
One more inch and two more reps
Pack on the beautiful to give me an extra step
The ugly cretins complain
I’ve gone over the line? Do I hint jealousy in their game?
This is my bronze sculpted frieze
I am better than you so I will do what I please
But what they don’t know…
My face.
Lumps of flesh unsure of which way to go.
My natural body.
MTV would never show this albino disgrace.
What’s my secret?
My blood is never my own,
My skin is medium-well, a hefty month of sessions,
My fake plastic face… It only fools a few.