Fashion Freak
She used to be blonde
Now her hair is black
Was such a sweet kid
What changed all that?
Her nails are plastic
And two inches long
Looks great from a distance
But something is wrong
She's the next generation
The product of man
With her six inch heels
And her orange fake tan
She kisses her friends
Both sides on the cheek
Then cattily snarls
About them all week
Her mobile phone
Attached to her ear
She doesn't use names
It's "Sweetie" and "Dear"
She won't have kids
Way too selfish for that
It would wreck her boob job
So she'll just buy a cat
The next pet she gets
Will provide all her money
She'll treat him like dirt
And call him "Honey"
Who is she really?
How would anyone one know?
She's too busy sporting
Her little freak show
Poetry by Purple Phoenix
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Written on 2010-01-16 at 04:18
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