Plastic Surgery Poems - Poems about Plastic Surgery

pale is the new plastic surgery lou reed is the new velvet from the underground still coughing up dust balls from my throat as my lingering ages she is the most beautiful moved on and in love i am hanging from the green light, and i just can't let go i guess i just wasn't ready for the stuff i...

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“Hey, when is my turn?” asks the horse. “Hold your horses,” says the plastic surgeon, “while I give the duck a quick nip and tuck.”...

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PLASTIC SURGERY ~~~~~ The now senescent sands, lost beauty, suffering plastic surgery two tides a day. Back when, the tides revealed its beauty. Man, so remiss, it hasn't stayed that way. Metaphorically speaking, as sand can't age Biologically speaking, but its density, It increases, and quickly when storms rage From rock to mud, ongoing, relentlessly. ~~~~~~~~~~~ Re Susan's poem 'Chalice of Ambrosial Dreams', WHAT!...

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She was an aspiring starlet, a real cutie patootie Folks were in awe of her natural beauty She wanted to be a great Hollywood star But she’s taken the surgery much too far Her teeth have been fixed for a dazzling smile They are unnaturally white now they stand out a mile The Botox she had was to smooth her...

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Was tired of my wrinkles and crinkles around my eyes, the ones around my mouth and my forehead on my face, and couldn't afford the real thing so thought I'd use some clear duct tape, applying it around my mouth, forehead and eyes, that way my skin will look newer and smoother than a baby's behind, and then thought oh what the heck I'll use it on...

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When my body begins to burgeon, I go to see my plastic surgeon. His magic tucks and nips will make me smaller hips; but he just smiles and says, “Stop splurgin'.”...

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