(by request – “what if Dorian Gray was updated”)
Listen, my child, to what I say,
Regarding the life of Dorian Gray,
A beauteous teen with hazel eyes,
Poor Dorian spun a web of lies.
For Dorian’s every social sin
Erupted pimples on his chin,
If falsely he quoth his affection,
Each blemish would invite infection.
‘Ere long the lad appeared thus changed,
The face of evil quite deranged,
His MySpace profile showed the clues
Of one whose yen is to abuse.
But our fair Dorian, I.R.L.
Showed zero signs of inner hell,
The words and deeds that made us sick
Took toll upon his default pic.
