I should like to go back to my early twenties,
When the lines were not quite so entrenched,
I could have cool, liquid protein injected into my forehead,
They warn it could blind me, but I’d give my consent.
I should really give in to my beautician’s upselling,
Have my eyelashes tinted and lifted,
I could have my jowls tightened, my lip-hair dyed,
And for my eyebrows, entrust a tattooist that’s gifted.
I should part with my savings and go under the knife,
Have the crookedness taken out of my snout.
I could go whole hog and have a facelift too,
Give me a tonne of lip filler for a persistent pout.
I should do morning crunches and strengthening squats,
Get all my lumps and bumps tucked like a tiny…
