Mr Gore - the face Tailor

I introduce myself to them as Mr Gore - the face Tailor ,
I claim to be an award winning suit designer,
We shake hands and start chatting about fashion,
We keep it friendly  as we sip a cup of warm milky tea,
I open a brown leather briefcase which I keep my tools within,
Clients usually begin to scream when I show them pictures depicting  what previous victims gruesome styles have been,
I often present a piece of flesh as if it were a sample of unique fabric,
I then pull out three tape measures one to tie their hands, one to bind their legs and one to cause discomfort around their neck,
I promise to alter their face as if it were a fine set of clothes,
I will start by snipping off the tip of their pointy nose,
I will then slice the skin on both their chubby cheeks down to the bone,
I will burn off all the horrible spots and unsightly moles,
I will use pliers to pull their ears  nice and slow until they start to tear,
A razor blade will  be used to remove their hair and then I will strip off their scalp layer by layer until it is deep enough to let their skull get fresh air,
I will slowly sew both their nostrils shut,
I will viciously hack their lips clean off,
Their teeth will be drilled out one by one,
Their crows feet and wrinkles will be ironed out with a red hot iron,
I will stitch all the wounds up just to open them again with a single cut,
I will not do anything to stop the heavy flow of blood,
I will gouge their eyes out with pins and replace them with pretty buttons,
My motto is a face should  fit you perfectly like a tailored suit,
When you walk down the street people should notice you,
I guarantee the model will leave me looking handsome,  they will become a style Icon and part of the latest grotesque fashion.