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
Slender branching twig
Swaying on summer morning--
Stick insect waiting.
Written 9/4/2017 for Chris D. Aechtner's Premiere haiku contest II
Turbans in a short hat? Never. No that's right never. It is the will of the integral self to be employed only by one's belief in flow and source is not sauce so don't raise your hat to an irate bun. Balmy bewildering belligerent buffalo. Er no not a buffalo. In fact it is the antics of a stick insect. Interrupted is not intrusive it is inspiring. Creatively calming chaps could change clams. And the big fish laughs ho ho ho. Xxxx irrigation irrigating igniting ignorance. Ha. Yes lots of hahahaha and several billion xxxxxxxxxxxxx and waltz. Good. Great isn't it. Wow. Exciting. Wonderful. Haven having heaps. Fantastic. Be not a pin be a staple. Xxxxx haha haha haha. Xxxxx unconditional x p y q with a ! And a z z z entomologist.
My sister is very thin
In fact she’s a stick insect
Straight up and down
Viewed from any aspect
If she didn’t wear glasses
Before embracing
No one would know
Which way she was facing