Mirror Maids Fixated

Mirror Mirror in my hand
who is the fairest in the land?
Asks all the worshipper, mirror queens;
female or male, star fame, gazer machines?

Worshipping reflections, is staple, of their routines;
same scene, serene repeated, until it seems obscene?
Mind projections circumvene, immense ego, onto silver screen;
plastic surgery, expensive cosmetics, consequences not unforeseen.

Inherent, pinball nightmare, or healthy teen;
fame idol, want to be wealthy, golden dream?


poem by Terence George CraddockReport problemRelated quotes
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