The Body Bazaar

Oh, the marvels of our modern age,  

Where eyebrows now arrive pre-arranged.  

Hearts that beat but noses shift,  

Chins adjusted as lives re-gift.  

Breasts ballooned like circus flair,  

A carnival ride in self-repair.  

Cheeks now climb where ears once lay,  

One wonders where they'll head one day.  

Tongues exchanged for plastic charm,  

Or foreheads stretched to an alarming calm.  

Will toes replace fingers? It's anyone's guess,  

In this body bazaar of endless finesse.  

Please tell me where it’s leading us,  

This remade flesh, this sculpted fuss.  

What once was the self, adrift, untrue,  

What becomes of me, or he—or you?