Barstool Barbie
By 1stpoet
Barstool Barbie There she was looking fantastic living and breathing yet still seeming plastic an object of envy of every guy could they wine her and dine her to make their spirits fly porcelain skin, with shimmering blonde hair with lust they craved her wanting her legs in the air she was a perfect woman with breasts firm and round and those press-formed lips ne’er uttered a sound but she sat there, almost as if looking fake no one dared approach her for with her sat Ken, with a body by Jake molded and sculpted with man’s eye in mind girls would mirror and try to become an illusion that was transcendence, one of a kind barstool Barbies are seen everywhere when alcohol blinds and there is smoke in the air an image or dream to be put on a shelf most have searched for this person I know I have myself yet reality came and woke me to see that I do not want plastic, or something not live I desire love and warmth returned back to me © Copyright 2002 1st Poet Inc. William S. Dawes Written March 27th, 2002 © on Mar 27 2002 04:24 AM PST 0 • 9
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