Mirror, Mirror on the Wall

You hold the past

Will I ever go to Conde’ Nast

My body shows every year gone by

Mirror on the wall

Who is the fairest of them all

Nor am I tall or lovely


I ‘m no tease

My hair does as it pleases

Mirror, Mirror

 I look nothing like Rita Ora or J. Lo

My body is the shape of a deflated ball

I find it harder to keep up till noon.

My energy is gone –

Mirror Mirror on the wall—

Where’s my inner Marilyn Monroe

Blonde and able to have many eyes roam

Doctors only speak doom

Mirror Mirror on the wall—who should I be?

Be myself!? Are you kidding me?

Me: I will break your glass.

Mirror: Well, you just brought on twenty pounds

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