Can you fix yourself
Time's grip twists the shell.
Don't sell yourself short;
You've got a few good years left.
Well time it always
Reeks of theft.
Just a pump in there,
Some injections for rejections.
Did you not find love?
Do you hate the mirror?
Men love with their eyes -
Did you know?
And they come and go.
Plastic face to nix decay:
An avoidance of
Admitting your dismay.
And when your spirit died
Around twenty five
You wanted something more
Than this loathsome slumber.
Filters at an angle
Used to feign late summer.
Now there is no good side.
And the men they come and go
Talking of silicone and blow.
Oh, there is no good side.
No there is no good side.
