i smash my face into my bathroom mirror
through splits, rays of light appear
i pick up shards off the marble floor
and put on long, glass eyelashes, i adore
down the halls of absurdity we shall walk
in search of another mirror amidst small talk
how dreadful… these pleasantries! i scowl
no cougar - so no prowl
my glass eyelashes start to itch so i rip them off
here’s to the young blood *cough cough
I DO NOT AGE
so get off your ‘grow up’ crusade
no other mirror in sight
and the last one well… we got in a fight
told me i am the fairest one of them all
so i ripped that mirror right off the wall