Covering your face with strokes of color and gold, but as Hatshepsut your inside is dead, cold
Likes or dislikes thats all that pops up, your soul disappeared, went cloud up

Contouring overdone, below a crop top there is an illusion of abs, not a sight of slack, just to get some more egoboosting feedback and some more paid ads

Obsessive fullness to creat that perfect look, defections all fixed, viewers conclusion, a milliondollar look, edited just to keep them followers hooked

Meaningless ink confirms that you are one of the many copies in this gallery, seductive nudity to provide for what you call a salary

Like an addict you possess an unpleasant habit, you use needles to poke a flat empty space out, just to get some more views at it
Instead of woman up, you fillers up, being so fake that you are getting true at it

In a 6 inch cell case your life is locked, charged with only a lense of glass, shouts out, blocked

Constant tapping will crack that screen, your protection, leaving your storebought curves slowly oxidizing, no more public acception

Soon too post for the present, forgotten, as your time has lined out, this exhibition is over and you are now out