a study toward sonnet #250 by FisherKingKQJ
My trademark surly pout on the catwalk
My asexual boyfriend's street label chic
My towering anorexia are all the talk
Of tabloids as well as my twofaced clique.
I can count on you my friend, for a leak
To the media re the Spring catalogue
You can guess the gimmick by the squeak-
The bleached labrats haut couture flog.
I'm mad that rodents all the limelight hog,
Let alone their reattached stem cell dicks-
And then down puffs into this sterile bog
A weaponised wash powder in two ticks.
Vaseline and mascara for black eyes
To get the smokey look wifebeaters prize.
To get the smokey look wifebeaters prize.
To get the smokey look wifebeaters esteem.
To get the smokey look wifebeaters value.