Friday, September 19, 2008

Plastic smile on my plastic face
Like an old whore I am
Faking this emotion.
Oh. Oh, Baby.
Gutted like a fish,
I am devoid of all sincerity.
I am masterful.
Completely fabulous.
The newest in animatronics.

Out in the parking lot
Re-blacktopping
I'm right here
But I'd rather be shopping

Barbie under glass
With a cheap price tag.
There's always a new, shiny, pink accessory
And I crave.
Sawdust sustenance
Washed down with Postem---
If only you could find that one thing
You'd no longer be hungry.
I know.
I've seen you looking, too.

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