Diamond rings, and fenced in yards,
gold necklaces and boob-jobs.
A tuck here and stitch it there,
she can't wait to get over there.
The man said he'd get her in,
to parties that indulge in original sin.
Two-faced bitches and those who spurn,
she didn't care, getting' in was her only concern.
A wannabe, that's what she is,
fake smiles and soda fizz.
Do anything to find her ride,
a wannabe she is.
A wannabe, that's all the biz,
fake smiles and soda fizz.
Spread her legs, it's understood,
would do anything, bad or good,
With perverted persuasion, she reached her goal,
lost her innocence, gave away her soul.
Nothing stopped her, got in her way,
for a chance, she thought, to have a better day.
A wannabe, that's all she is,
fake smiles and soda fizz.
She drives the cars, wearing all that gold,
but the face in the mirror shows she is old.
Diamond rings and fenced in yards,
gold necklaces and boob-jobs.
At forty she is old and gray,
now she yearns for those younger days.
A wannabe, that's all she is,
fake smiles and soda fizz.
Do anything to find her ride,
a wannabe, that's all she is.
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Reviewed by Lyn Dano (Reader)
Reviewed on February 12, 2009
...so sad but so true. so many succumb to the wannabeism. excellent piece!
I agree a wanna bee is all she is. Some people are not happy with hemselves and do anything for attention. Maybe as she grows older she will settle down to a more exemploary life and be truer to herself.
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.