Societal norms, skinny, thin, less is more?
victoria’s secret drown in currency galore;
they control the flock of sheep.
Lying still in her bed she does not sleep, but weeps.

Comes house to her home,
Where her stomach interiors are always alone;
The vacant vicinity groaned but she refused to eat,
Facing something she did not want to beat.

Desire for a cavernous space between her thighs,
Caused her diet to minimize,
For three weeks long,
Lasting on water, shots, and hits from a bong.

One day, she tried to nibble an apple,
But instead it emptied any sample.
Simple thigh gaps measured worth for her,
But she failed to realize that perfection is immeasurable.