Cosmetic Abomination

A SURGEON EMERGES

I am undone, quite literally

Now what have I become?

Incognito no more, some scars cannot be concealed

This operation is a complete bust

I put back whatever has been removed and sew myself up

I need a second opinion

This abandoned hospital is my dominion

I HOPE MY INSURANCE COVERS THIS

Cosmetic surgery, apathetic perjury

With these tools I'm free

I can't afford to be ugly

The sound of flat lining is like music to my ears

For once their grasp on life releases

A cold body rife with pieces for the taking

If the skin fits, wear it

My hands now shaking

As you see I have erected my anatomy with care

A perfect visage I seek

Each piece was hand selected, no expense could be spared

You can't put a price on beauty