Tethered to senses captive in an indecent hue,
Fearful of standing alone in crowded blues,
watch women parading in designer boots,
Mascara, lip gloss and caffeine stains,
Dazzle now in a riot of plain butter glue,
shutter flash as primeval blades,
there is an audience for every autograph toss,
Lose the tear in the mirror,
Smile like a million, frolick among silver screens,
pour gasoline on the masses,
We, they us! who?
Smile now, Let us sleep to ur fornications,
rays of spunk, awash in tremors of greed,
A lil girl unaware steps in front of a mirror,
staring into desires and dreams,
the descent schedules its ascent,
A windmill slowly turns, her mind is no longer her own.
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