And so when you are finished
Searching for the perfection
Promised to you by a group of leaders
Whom tell you every day out right
That they are lying to you
When the girl on television with impossible
Physique under a pound of butter cream
Foundation standing with no bearings
Weakly on her own...
When the hairless mole rat six pack
Or perfectly predatory hairless pecks
Stop making you feel as though its your job
To look daily like a photoshopped
Airbrushed multimedia project
If you are finally finished dipping your drool
Into a gallon carton of Mocha Swirl
Java Cup emotions
Drool from the most extreme show on television
Making miracles look like painful
Mutations to the body you call home
And the life story you call your face
If you are
Done
Then I will be here waiting
To walk you through a world of moving on
Freeing yourself to a status of humanity
Exclusively
And taking in the wonders rarely offered
As well as those always present
In this
Already too short
Life
