made-up

How shameless am I with this bait and switch?

I, the salesman, my body the pitch

With a smile well-rehearsed, tense, and drawn-on

Mine is the artistry of a true con

I sharpen I lift I brighten I shade

A discount surgeon, my brush is my blade

Which razors my cheeks and slices my nose

Carving my face and altering my bones

False advertising! they’ll indignantly cry

As though I’m a product for someone to buy

Well what if I am, they’ve made me so!

Fix yourself dear or you’ll end up alone

Smoother, wait, fairer! don’t forget thin

Are your teeth white enough, hair straight as a pin?

Your legs must not touch but your hips must still curve

Perfectly packaged for the consume-her

Know your way round a bedroom but don’t get in bed

Be smart and ambitious but keep a small head

Stay graceful and charming as you drink with The Boys

Accept their indiscretion, don’t make too much noise

All this you must do or you’ll never be wanted

But don’t like yourself, no! mustn’t dare flaunt it

Good girls become wives by keeping legs tight

Diminishing themselves till they lose all their light.