To confuse the issue we infuse the tissue
with botulinum toxin as if we've forgotten
Our bodies are our temple-Exemplified
We deny our sense of vision then we fix our eyes
Read between the lines while they still exist
before the muscles succumb to paralysis
Witness narcissists
Who use acupunturesc needles
To deliver injections lethal
So scarab beetles
can claim our souls
before they're supposed to.
The person below is very right. Lots of good lines through this piece and all are very focused on the subject at hand. and what a subject - y god my mother has this friend named Margaret who is loud as hell. recently she lots over 80 pounds and then went through remodelinging at the lift and tuck factory. she looked better fat. anyhow nice piece.
i saw an advert here on german tv, (do you remmember lee majors the bionic man)and i thought what the hell did he do with his face, it somehow didn,t match the rest of his body.tom (eversmiling) cruise that,s another one,and the woman far to many to list. what,s wrong with groing old in dignity(like bridget bardo for example). you have picked a really good theme for your poem, i could ramble on here but it,s getting late,well thought out and cleverly written.the message is clear
(Our bodies are our temple-Exemplified)
(Read between the lines while they still exist)
just two of many good lines in your poem, i liked the ending it wrapped the poem up well, like a warning.
ps i wrote a poem on this subject under my old user name"a bonfire of vanites".but it didn,t hit the nail on the head like your poem here.
take care
gerry
Submission Name: Botox
