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