Loosely based. Why is plastic surgery Bad.

There was a young chap with the world in his hands ,he had adoration and applause.
He was the youngstar who had the screaming and fawning of millions,with adulation wherever he went.
He danced on moonbeams and walked a waltz on water ,his talents buying countries.
His soundz and music reacvhing the souls of those who only dream was a meal.
He wore gold suits and owned homes in continetns each.
His skillz and his talents were god given ,with hair5 that flowed and chimed with the rythm of the wind,his eyes twinkled and his smile enthralled.
Yet he was'nt himself.
This young mans nose was knocked and chiselled,his skin pulled back over his eyes.
His ears were moved from north to south and his bollox hung from his rectum,with pubes in his teeth,like grass and weeds or toms in a greenhouse.,his hair sprouting from the plants in the pores of his head.
He was miserable and became sour ,twisted and with reality removed,with only a macaque to suck on his withered serpent.
He had time and he had money,he became a recluse,with hammers and pills to crack him out to sleep.
Those that adored him were a world that would weep.
He was'nt himself.
Thats why plastic surgery is Bad!