the lady who looks young forever

is in trouble:
the famous place she has gone to for all these
years for
face-lifts
refuses to give her
another:
the skin on her   face is stretched so
tight
that she’s like a balloon about to
burst
and they will not accept the
responsibility
of having her smile into another
camera
and exploding
like a tomato blasted by a
firecracker
all over the lense and all over
the people.

poor doll.
she’s just another one of our
ageless
stars.
but have cheer: she’ll never
die: film lasts longer than we
do.

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