No sonnet today, I fear,
But try this link, dear.
I’m sure your antennae
For societal decay
Will perk up at this:
Artificial tits
Paid for by indulgent mothers
Whose daughters envy others
Moms who eschew the title
(After all, motherhood’s a trifle)
In order to tell their teen
That what they really mean
To be a friend
To the end
Plastic surgery:
The new urgency
Where will it end
If Mom is a friend?
Shallow little tarts
Just for starts.
Down with modernity, Smallholder cries!
Don’t believe the advertisers’ lies
You are fine the way you are
You don’t need the implant scar.