deceptive reflections

mirror, mirror on the plaster. you don't bring any joy or laughter.

we've been decieved with sociaties idea's of beauty and and song.

which of course is very wrong.

why we think this, why we care.

we seem to care about who wears certain underwear.

but truth be told we need to stop this, get our minds out of the gutter and really drop this.

outer beauty doesn't matter, because we look in the mirror twentyfour/seven its a huge disaster.

we must get past the looks and charm, and see what's underneath the model's of cold and not so warm.

so mirror, mirror on the wall. I hope that you break and fall.

nothing but our true desire, but why we really want to require.

nothing better then seeing who that person really is inside.

when the matter comes we must get past the bide.

so get past the make up, get past the plastic.

get past the things that are really nasty.

with or with out you I must say. ignorance is never bliss, and it can't stay.

R.M.

(a fallow up of one of my poems.)