Book of Poetry

Like Them

They say,

Hey you,

Yes, you,

Why aren't you,

Like them.

Like the models,

That you see on t.v.,

What's that stringy mop on your head,

Oh god,

Is that stomach?

Don't you understand,

You have to be,

Like them,

Buy blue contacts,

Dye your hair blond,

Make it natural though,

Don't wanna look like a phony,

Lose your stomach,

Do whatever it takes,

Go to the gym,

Skip meals,

And for god's sake,

Put some make up,

On that potato shaped face.

Be exactly,

Like them,

Be a carbon copy,

Like them.