Surgery went good, I guess,
I woke up and my face felt weird,
My lips were extremely swollen,
I look like Angelina Jolie,
I didn't need to pay millions for collagen injections.
Who would have thought,
going in for day surgery,
I would wake up with Duck lips.
I used ice packs to reduce the swelling,
But I swear they got bigger.
Hoping that if I go for another procedure,
I will wake up with a bigger butt.
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