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
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