I have become the very model
Of the stereotypical material girl-
The consumer whore with
Burnt out pockets and
Copper tinged hands
(I only pay in pennies
Because I like honesty.)
And honestly,
What's stopping me?
Greed is easy and I have the means-
Don't give me
Your fucking sob story...
I wear a suit and sensible black leather shoes.
(The sunglasses were on sale.)
The world is my synthetic pearl-
The Shopping Channel recruited me
And I must fill my duty
To my economy-
I am a slave to fashion,
I am an image
Fit to a human body-
And there are 3 million of me.
Author notes
Written September 21st, 2004
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A cool write! There is so much of our society in this, and even if I'm not even close to a "slave to fashion", I can see some of me and so many people in this piece. I like the details you put in it, "(The sunglasses were on sale.)" You've done a good job, it's well written! Keep it up!
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I liked this a lot- an interesting insight into the world, wonderfully written
I liked the way that you wrote this and you described yourself, especially the last line. Keep writing and thanks for commenting on my poem
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