Millenium Barbie

A poem
by Chris Hibbard

Millenium Barbie

Millenium Barbie

She wants to change her name
to Cherry Bubbles or Tasty Flakes
She wants to party
to learn what turns men on
and how to wiggle
She’s sick of her Navy clothes, her nurse’s uniform
She wants a rhinestone g-string and edible panties
She wants to sprawl on velvet sheets and fur rugs
She wants someone to airbrush her
Where her legs can be pulled from her torso
She wants to stay posed in the splits
She wants to be with a man
who can keep an erection
Not just some plastic pretty boy
Without even a microscopic member
She wants a woman’s life
Little does she know
How many girls starve themselves to be like her
Little does she know
that if she were real
Her knees would buckle
Under the weight of too-big tits
on teeny-tiny hips
An ungainly freaky mutant
that even Barbies would look upon in disgust

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~ by Chris Hibbard on November 13, 2008.

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