The sacred plasticine
Infatuating silicone
Obsession with fictional life
Handfuls of plastic that people call wives
Lasers and scalpels decay
What was organic one day
Hypnotising minds to find
That love and lust is no more blind
Than you or I are as we speak
She gets bigger this time next week
There’s no credibility in cash
No respect when you bought that ass
You cannot love what isn’t real
Even if it’s good to feel
Surface lust to mask the heart
These days everything is art