A Piece of Meat

You see,

I have this colleague.

The air around them is devoid.

A prime example 

of a malfunctioning humanoid.

Pounds of makeup;

gallons of perfume;

it hides the fact that their dead

at half past noon.

The natural form

 is no longer the norm.

Our chemical makeup;

caught in a judgmental storm.

Happiness through deceit,

it may be a sweet treat,

but in the end,

it leaves your heart petite.

A being who is nothing but a piece of meat.