Pixilated Perfection
It is no longer true
In reality
That the beautiful ones are not yet born
They were finally born
one dot at a time
digitised in mega pixels
1920 by 1080 resolution
getting better with digital revolution.
Every dot perfectly in place
accentuating the face
make up covering pimples
exposing sensual dimples
She's every woman
. in perfect poise
Controlled lighting
making her exciting
They are finally born
on the big screen
Every man drooling
Perfect face
curves in the right place
silicon bust
small waist
accentuated behinds
Flaunting wealth
on reality shows
dressed in Kaleidoscopes of Khaki
bling bling bringing more cash
Khaki blending with Jewels
the rest being proper lighting
A matrix of pixels
Pixilated Perfection.
C.18022022
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How Computer are wonderful when they work