Mr Kamikaze & his Mechanical Animals

She had them scrape back lines on her face that spoke of her age and of the time passing by.
And does she kiss with those collagen lips? And when she smiles does her face fall to bits?
She sees her picture in the mirror but the face is not hers, she’s looking like her mother looked.
Staples behind her ears are holding back the years, you know she’s going to get there soon.

Now she paints eyebrows where her eyebrows used to grow. Browsing magazines, eyeing silicone.

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Now her face looks like an egg, Doreen doesn’t know what to do about it.
Now she looks just like an egg and she’s building a skin so she can hide behind it.

She’s getting older, over her shoulder are the creepy-crawlies of her mortality.
She’s lying in the grave, but she looks half her age! A surge of surgeons did a dance on her face.
She sees her picture in the mirror but the face is not hers, she frightens everyone she meets.
Her grandchildren are scared. What’s that thing standing there? A stranger but it has no sweets.

And she paints eyebrows where her eyebrows used to grow. Browsing magazines, eyeing silicone.

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And she won’t go out, she’s an expressionless Cubist portrait.
When turned inside out, you can still see liver spots on her brain.

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