Cellulite creams and surgical dreams,
Skinny Frappachinos and a dress without seams.
Anti-aging gels and deodorant smells,
and I bet you've got a pair of those coco channel's?
Suck in your cheeks, your earrings antique,
you must have a new dress for each day of the week.
Sushi for brunch and Boots No7 punch,
don't forget to meet your new toy-boy for lunch.
Botox injections and fake art collections,
Anti-wrinkle complexion and men's limp erections.
Women's Health and material wealth,
make's sure this old spinster isn't left on the shelf.
Time for fake tits and to shape up your bits,
meet your partner in crime where neither admits.
Fighting your age, above average wage,
living out your life as if you're on stage.
Grow old gracefully.
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This poem paints a very vivid picture of this kind of character. A character which may of once been exclusive to Bel-Air, but now can be found all over. We all know one, or know of one. Vanity it would appear has it price, especially for those who seek its virtues most.