The World Is My Ashtray

The world is my ashtray.
I shall not want
To deny myself joy
In being this gaunt.

I will stay model thin,
With help from my friends:
Industrial Smog
And Smoother Blends.

I will drink heady wines
And fresh bottled water.
I'll avoid lakes and streams
And never eat oyster.

To avoid salmonella
I'll overcook flesh
I'll stay out of the sun,
To keep myself fresh.

I'll be on the cover
Of your magazine
I'll make love to the camera
My hair I will preen.

I'll be the object
Of all you desire
I am the Model
To whom you aspire.

My cheeks are to envy
My doctor's the best.
And this is a bosom,
Yours - just a chest.

Oh, you can judge me
For sculpting myself
But I'm really living,
Not stuck on a shelf.

No, I'm not anorexic
I know its true.
You are just jealous
Because you are just you.

The world is my ashtray.
I shall not want,
To deny myself joy
In being this gaunt!{/i}