Eight Dollars A Hit

I used to talk shit about cosmetic surgery,

but I've since reconsidered,

my friend hosted a Botox party,

sipping wine and standing in line,

of course I could not attend,

I need to buy toilet paper and eggs instead,

besides if I’d showed up in my lounge wear,

my chosen daily attire,

their Gucci purses would have rallied against me,

and pushed me out the door,

back to where I’d come from.