Implants have been planted,
The seed begins to grow,
A passion to waste thousands,
To be the best in show
Alteration is now natural,
We barely bat an eye
Face lifts and tummy tucks,
We never question why
You don't think it's surgery?
Are you prepared for pain?
And while you're still unconscious,
Why not get a new brain?
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I will be keen on this space. Beautifull!