Oh avert thine eyes
Those furtive glances mirrorwards
Those long loving lingers
Fondle my hair
Purse my lips
Check to see if this worthless suit
Will suit
Made to measure
To clothe the meager mind
And trap the animal brow
Fashioned to be out of fashion
Never mind the quality
Feel the width
On display, I am a walking manequin
Eyes, arms, legs, breasts, belly, legs
Hair, skin
Hands and feet, safety valves
Wrap them all in feathers, fur, leathers
Disguise my scent
Constrict my stride
Swallow my pride
Stand and face another day
Play the part
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