Beauty Parlour

Step inside my parlour,

my pampering parlour

and you will be remade, 

reborn,

stroked 

and smoothed,

petted and prodded,

cosseted and curled,

given the attention you deserve

as well as a new face

and shiny new hair.

In Pampers Parlour we’ll recreate you

reboot your confidence

and give you a new chemistry

as we gloss your hair and lips.

As we shape your face

with new shadows and glows.

As we apply layer upon layer

of chemical shit topped by

nose retching fragrances.

You won’t know yourself when 

you step outside 

dolled up to perfection,

protected in your new mask.

And what then?

Will you go home 

and comb it all out

and wash it all off,

preferring, 

after all, 

the person,

with the old skin

and fresh air colour

to the new robotic doll.

The pampers product is 

designed to be disposable, 

after all.

Or will you keep it 

as long as you can..

Try not to move your new face.

Try not to upset your new hair.

Place a ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign

on your forehead.

Keep it as long as you can.

Even if stinky and crusty,

you’ll still have your face on.

You feel 

so bland,

so pale,

so wan,

exposed

without it

on the journey back

to the beauty parlour.

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