While everyone makes a cream, a gel A miracle that promises you Those fine lines and wrinkles Will vanish with recurrent use How I wish they would instead Discover a formula that could Give you crow’s feet from smiling And shiny skin from being healthy How I wish the love handles could be Loved to hug and the men they Would not seek bags of bones That make up companies Showed rosy cheeks in advertisements And real happy women Not sulky pouts dead eyes Perfectly kohled but empty I wish to see real people Not just mannequins impossible Whom we…