"All the perfect drugs and superheroes wouldn't be enough to bring me up to zero"
self confidence comes in a bottle;
over 30 different pumped up shades.
dont forget,
imperfections dont exist outside of the box you've built.
there's a tube for that flaw.
it comes in green, beige, purple&yellow.
the instructions are in the hottest issue you can find dear.
dont forget each blink should mystify.
&each kiss should capture the senses.
so stick to your color pallette and oh so natural shade.
before you run off!
something so dead, can be made alive and voliminous;
with enough chemicals that smell so sweet.
my oh my! dont be so dense and oversized.
its so much more easier being fragile and attenuated.
it is difficult to attain,
but imagine what the people will gasp and express!
don't have any doubts!
of course people will love who you are.
happiness is what you've created, dearest.
happiness may have an 'i' but that really doesnt matter.
now does it? good.
silly isnt it?
how it's the hues and smells
that are innocently applied with the noblest (and hopeful) intentions
create the worst of (monsters and) actions.
i really would appreciate comments.
&an explanation of what you think the poem is about.