Silicon Remains

Your bones ache, but still they carry
Your silicons, is all that will remain
Your lipo-sucked old hips, scare me
Your face, an accumilated plaster stain
Your breasts, peek out like a search light
Your stretched non-emotional expression
Your hair glows unsilver in the night
Your thoughts follow any popular fashion

Use your, still original, experienced eyes
And open them to yourself, to show and see
Forget the pigs in white and their advice
Or stay more ugly then you would ever be