Silicone, the raunchy servant of power
Crafted in labs, a modern flower
A symbol of beauty, a marker of status
An emblem of desire, a tool of the crafty
Molded into shapes, sculpted into forms
A wonder of science, a thing of norms
Injected into flesh, a fake enhancement
A deception of self, a false attainment
From busts to butts, from faces to feet
Silicone reigns supreme, a power to meet
A tool of the rich, a privilege of few
A curse of the poor, a dream overdue
The world worships its beauty, its allure
A reflection of power, a symbol pure
But beneath the surface, a reality grim
A dark side of power, a servitude rim
Silicone, the raunchy servant of power
A slave to vanity, a fate to devour
A game of illusion, a chase of mirage
A world of make-believe, a trap of sabotage
Let us break the chains, let us be free
From the yoke of power, let us flee
Embrace the beauty, the truth within
Let us be ourselves, let us begin.
Daycrypter