Become the body
Become nobody
When all we have is to describe
And all we pay is to prescribe
This flesh an object
A tool to inspect
Glazed gold to undress
Hot commodity to possess
Sack of meat grind off the bones
Spins around all on its own
Pretty doll twirl
Sickening whirl
A mimic made the same design
Spilled in oil wrapped in vine
Muse to tantalise, suit to hypnotise
A home that feels alone.
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