Poets and Plastic Surgeons
Poets and plastic surgeons-whittling away.
Adding here, subtracting there.
Bandaging a verse or stitching a face.
Trying to make plain into pretty.
Perfection is always just a small slice away.
A masterpiece is what they both seek.
A mountain of trash for every gem.
Cutting and slicing, stretching and trimming.
Seeking the perfect profile or seamless rhyme.
But they are filling the world with rivers of gibberish
and mirror-obsessed Frankenstein.
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