This is our open letter to Heidi Montag.
We write ’cause your remarks have raised a red flag

Please tell us it’s not true, that it’s all a dream,
That you lied to land the cover of People magazine.

Ten procedures in a day for a girl of twenty-three?
Your behavior warrants a visit from the LAPD

We did notice that you'd undergone rhinoplasty
But a chin reduction too? Well, that’s just ghastly.

Perhaps it’s all the collagen, all this Botox you have used,
About which TV show you’re on, you appear to be confused.

You are supposed to be on The Hills, you know, on MTV,
Yet you look like you’ve wandered onto the set of The Real Housewives, OC.

And along with your disturbing plastic surgery addiction,
We must add to your rap sheet one more conviction.

You’re delusional. This crazy talk of a singing career,
We officially give your album the old Bronx cheer

You say Superficial will be bigger than Thriller by Michael Jackson,
Heidi, you’re talking blasphemy — we demand an immediate retraction.

No matter how much work you get done, how much you're obsessed,
No serum can help; your talent will only ever be self-professed.

(We concede the career benefits of your breast augmentation,
Your resume now reads: Ready for use as a device of flotation.)

But, no matter how often, how diligently you inject,
You’ll never find that elusive self-esteem, nor self-respect.

Please get your act together, Heidi, it is essential.
Sincerely yours, XOXO, Betty Confidential.

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