Miss World...Or Miss the Real World...
a beauty contest...!?
...exploitation at it's best...
all real life barbies' put to the test...
xerox copies, wearing the same
make up...all breasts adjusted...
cling wrap, and cello tape used...
the lies all hidden under the judges...
...judges truth...
in hindsight a model "hood ornament"
...many men would choose...
a booty...or booby prize...
a false world...with permission...
...to lift ratings or some such excuse...
to humiliate...fashion,
cosmetic diversion...
...token gesture,
the real prize to swing off his arm...
...all an illusion...
until he gets board,
he'll swing with the world...
the plastic fantastic...that's reality
all this attention, leads for most rejection...
people toying with your mind...
your excited...you cannot breathe
"is that crown too tight"?...other barbies...
swapping consolidating pleasantries...
trying to save face, they lost...this the real memory...
Well I'm off, I am so out of here...
I am so in reality...I have been blessed I am *****...
...beauty contests for what it's worth...
I really don't care...
...but hey that is society for you...
the plastic fantasy one of lifes interludes...
I am not living the Barbie charade,
screw those apples, must make life hard...
the plastic people...the mannequin...
Being true to ones self...the genuine article...
the portrayal of oneself begins...
these living, breathing barbies
caught up in a plastic world...
these looks for one night they lease...
non have achieved world peace...
...now on the inside there the truth
be told...but then for many
that is too scary...
too bold...
Copyright © Eileen R. Kelly | Year Posted 2007
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