Botox Poem by Robert Macdonald

Oh the answers
Depend on your mood
Your name
On who’s been screwed

Don’t rush
To catch the bus
Take some time
To carry out the trash

Your home
Is just an expression
On your face

You can hide there
Anytime you like
Just keep it clean for visitors

All your pain
Will soon be forgotten
Don’t listen to their promises
Don’t raze the earth
To find comfort

Somewhere
Deep inside your fat head
You must be certain

It hurts to hide

Taut strings stretching your head apart
In every direction
Imagine life without botox