Barbie World
Who wouldn't want to live like Barbie?
Each moment in that golden hour world
is made up of such secure pink plastic;
Walking on heels and breaking plastic
means nothing to a girl as fly as Barbie;
She's breezy in her chameleon world;
Nothing goes awry in this pristine world,
days roll on but they are just plastic;
Without bona fide you feel for Barbie;
A mundane life of Barbie World plastic.
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