Saturday, 24 November 2012

Help, Ooak's Alive

but just barely, her pulse
as frantic as a derailed train

her attire
virginal, bridal

yet she suffers
from itchy fin.

Oh!

My darling, my daughter, these fashion meisters
starve you thin, watch

your gasps on pink sand,
one-thid flounder, two parts
Beauty Queen

and your androgynous
pretty face

cannot get you out of this viral mess.

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