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By kitten_princess
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24 January 2006 |
Wasn't feeling particularly self-esteemy when I wrote this. Whether that has anything to do with, er, anything might be quite irrelevant. They fixed everything. They mended my buck teeth,
Gave me a cheesy Colgate grin
After they finished sorting my face:
"Let the real work begin." They sucked me out a waist
And tucked in my thighs
And smoothed out my curves
With careful knives and eyes. Still didn't help me get to
Modelling school. Rejection letter in my left
And scalpel in the right...
"We're going to put you under
Time to say good night." |
weeeeeeeee!
Written by no1butClo (341 comments posted) 25th January 2006 | wordplay! "modelling school" definitely more than it seems (this reeks of gary-bo)
a great poem of never being happy, always wanting more (or less as the case may be), but is happiness really what's being looked for?
x clo x |
Written by gutterkitty (362 comments posted) 30th June 2007 | Just found this in the list of random works. I like the first three stanzas, simple yet chilling. The ending seems a bit sudden though.
Like Clo said, a sound description of the endless search for perfection. |
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