Beverly Hills Ate Her Face
by Cintra Wilson

Beware, children, beware

The gorgon of excessive plastic surgery.

She bought her skin from the sun and

Her body from the knife

To turn men into slobbering lust lackeys.

Now her warranties have expired,

And all creatures flee in gibbering horror

From her reupholstered face,

Tucked, chopped, dyed and pasted

Like particle board or tater tots.

Stand not in her freon glare,

Her pill-addled queenliness radiating

Through Ty-D-Bol-Flavored eyes.

She was transformed by surgeons

Splicing feverishly

With the abandon of rabid lawnmowers,

hacking their work into her face

As lovelessly as the word FUCK

Is carved into a park bench.

Cry

Repent

There are thousands more like her,

Mottling the bistros of Beverly Hills

With their frightful, scorched heads.

Love your faces, children,

Lest you become one of them.