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It never
ceases to amaze,
How some are caught up in a craze,
Because some others act that way,
Then they will do it too.
When
someone says they must be slim,
They all rush out and join a gym,
And then workout both night and day,
Their waistlines to subdue.
To look
real cool, they get tattoos,
They feel so dumb if they refuse,
But ink on skin won't go away,
It's stuck on them like glue.
With
holes in nose and holes in lips,
They wear they're pants below their hips,
And with some luck that's where they'll stay,
Or more of them we'll view.
A certain
car and certain clothes,
And so the pressure grows and grows,
To join right in without delay,
For that's 'the thing to do'.
And on
and on and on it goes,
And where it stops, well no one knows,
The mold is set and on display,
It leads, and they pursue.
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
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