The Karen Walker Anthem
2003-11-18 @ 11:41 p.m.

Full-fledged Gucci bitches bitch about their
daily business
while Versace suicides surface and
overflow from our
green-olived martini glasses
held in twenty-five hundred dollar
leathered hands;
Fake leather;
Pseudo skins
like the ones we hide in.
Imitations bring us down,
but I'm okay with that.

So I pop some pills and
some vokda, you know
to get me started,
and I can get so high
I can't see the dirt embedded
in my diamond diamond diamond -well, cubic
zirconium- rings.
Medicated immorality and fur-coated
what a wonderful sight.

Botox-paralyzed faces stare
at me where plastic, collagen-filled
smiles would be.
Saline breasted chests
heave second-hand smoke from their lungs,
and long for silicone instead -so
what if they leak...
Fast cars and faster pens scratching
nothings and numbers and names
onto checkbooks.
I'll make a check out to you and you and
just 'cause I can.

I'm rich. I'm power.
I'm a no one with a few green backs.
I'm better than you.

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I got my braces taken off today. Go me.

<<before - after>>

The Weather Underground - 2008-11-12
- - 2008-05-06
She knows I can read. - 2008-05-06
William Jacobson - 2008-05-02
Lost Boys - 2008-04-30

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