Insouciance

Diuretics and laxatives have been purging dysmorphic creatures As they stage their grim delusion for glamour with anorexic features They call it passion for fashion and yet walk in emperor’s clothes Nearly naked and some in lines adorned from cocaine shred noses Present fake breasts bum implants shrivelled Egos and botoxed faces Like stick insect role models they struggle to portray any humanoid traces The melt from the spotlight yet the crowd revels in mere bones and skin A designer declares that ‘with those costumes you’ll look just as thin’ And so audiences worldwide dream of false beauty and are committed To believe that without external appearances love won’t be requited They purchase like sheep to the slaughter and starve for undying looks And fail to notice the mercurial charade of the industry’s criminal crooks 05th November 2019