Her bubblegum tongue is covered

In plaque, she’s blessed with blue eyes and

The money for contacts.

Apocalyptic shadows dancing

Underneath her plastic lashes

Alteration hovers near.

Sucking waistlines, padding on breasts  

Flakey powder dusted on nose

Perfection is a dream.

Caloric intake becomes an

Obsession, or rather the stares

And attention it brings.

Barbie seduction, weaseling

Compliments, replacing her meals

With flirtatious banter …

Don’t you want to be what she is?

For conformists and preteens kiss

Her silicon behind

In high hopes of a transfer of

Power to them.