Botox Brigade

BOTOX BRIGADE Oh so numb, I can’t stop myself drooling, Can’t feel my brows, touch them, one is drooping, My lips I feel are massively huge and swollen, I should have realized that this was a bad omen. My cheeks are sore, injected frequently, Obsessed by the media talk increasingly, I dare not put lipstick on, for I’ll look like a clown, I stare at the mirror in horror, I have no frown. For boobs I requested a size thirty six Simply wanted to be one of the chicks, But the surgeon had extra silicone, Even the so famous Dolly I outshone! A nip and a tuck were done on my tummy, Which I inherited after becoming a mummy, And after the final touch of a firmer bum I looked like new, a different me I had become. I knew I was in fact addicted, This was to me often predicted, Developed scars, no recognizable features, Too late, now one of many Botox cheaters. AFTER HAVING SEEN A DOUMENTARTY ABOUT OBSESSIVE PLASTIC SURGERY