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Aug 2014
Hold your head higher,
thighs closer together,
tail bone just aligned.

Beauty is not a
classic thing, just
another poor design.

If the skin isn't flawless,
if the hair isn't just right,
it will simply be denied.

Plastic culture and plastic people
are what we've evolved into,
simply aching for a fix.

We see attractive as a
*** thing; changing ultimately
for the perfect mix.

Proportions sent from heaven,
a golden trio will do.
But when our expectations fail,
all that's left is imperfect "you."
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   Joseph Schneider
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