Go ahead: pump up your lips
with flab you siphon from your hips,
sand down those cheeks, syringe that chin
and neck with quarts of collagen,
drown every hair in L'Oréal,
balloon both boobs with MemoryGel
till your reflection swears to you
you're not a day past thirty-two—
feel free! But though the glass pretends,
beware of gazing at old friends
who haven't masked their age a bit:
they'll do the job your mirror quit.