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Wrong speculation

Wrong speculation

 

Once I was offered a job to advertise

A clinic that majored in plastic surgery

I doubted its outcome,  an enterprise

 against God to recreate peoples’ imagery

 

I declined, but months later I ran into it

To find the lounge so crowded with patients

Beauties waiting for their turn to get fixed

For steeper nose, larger eyes, narrower face

Thinner waist, finer skin, even longer legs

Willing to take viral jabs, stitches, scratches

skin-grafting,Liposuction,  bone correction

Yet in my eye every one had original good

 

By my speculation a clinic doomed to abort

But it prospered to such a popular sport

However odd, futile, unreasonable a trade

Its outcome is never to be underestimated