The YouTube beauty machines leash in their cumbrance of lash
Your lips—red lip—plum lip—autumn—summer—supersized sucking
Traction—fit for remembering the fit of a member,
Remembering the somersault splash of a protein dash—
Saved from the drain—hydrating as God intended the skin,
Problematic in its acreage, pores—disaster nodes
Unalleviated by the remedies for red spots—
Dark spots—circles—sag and swizzle—discolouration—hair
Testament to testosterone, the ugliness of man,
The excretion, bloodborne mess, the nightly drool, all of you.
You, of all, in spite of the jizzle, the jilt and tickle,
Despite the lack of a satisfying conclusion, you
Seek exclusion from the effluvial concerns of others.
You, you ransomed mind, you stolen berth—you cannot dwell long
On the shortcomings, for the heart knows the shortness of breath
Resulting from a quick hug changed to a quick tug and swallow.
Attraction resides in the strip between caring and none.
In need of respite from the cares, sorrows of thrifted youth,
Retraining the mind to reframe, to halt the old refrain,
Remains of the gainsaid waning day. Turn on the ring light.
Light rings the on-turn, off-turn ramp—the roadside rating show
Must go on, nonetheless—for, after all, what else remains?
Profusions paid down below—praise and prattle—alternating
Currents—to condone or condemn the vainglory of she
Who has it all—she, of the sparkling wit, the nervous tic
Endearing to all—for she is relatable—she
Makes do with summertime spoils—offering sunnyside smiles
Whether up or down the arrows go, weathering the peaks and plummets
Of popularity plundered in depths of wintertime.
Her treasure now lies—another YouTube beauty machine.