Mirage In The Mirror Poem by John Sensele

A mirror scoffed at a face
It rates rotten with an angular jaw
That it feels frightens the surface
Of beauty and purity with a flaw.

The mirror measure legs
It brands twigs that can't twinkle
When assessors assign beauty pegs
To hourglass starlets without a wrinkle.

Mirrors cringe when kitchen kinky hair
Defies demands to dress it with bangs
But consents to conk it with a flair
Of heat and ember gangs.

Mirrors flee from a bootilicious butt
Accusing it of accessing cellulite
From the frontal brain lobe where it cut
Layers to lend it bite, might and sprite.