Gotta Put Down the Magazines

MAKEOVER

I’ll trade my fat
And take your skinny,
Thin my nose,
But keep my innie.
Those blue eyes
Will look just right
With hair like hers
And brows done right.
I’ll pump my chest
And fill my bottom.
Give me dimples,
If you’ve got’m.
Throw away
My dingy smile
For one so bright
It shines for miles.
Your teeth so straight
And white, I’ll gather,
Along with soft clear
Skin. I’d rather
Take the bits
Of you I see
And build a better
You-er me.

Advertisements