"I hear you're threatening to go on a date!" my mother jabs
and I'm reminded why Facebook is passe, because it is for spies
Barbie likes Ken doesn't she? But when you think about it
he's just kind of there. They never even met
and Barbie still can't spread her legs
she doesn't really know him
that eternal plastic smile and a man who exists
but is not known and never speaks. Both are silent and smiling.
I am not a Barbie doll
Mar 31, 2013
Mar 31, 2013 at 9:27 PM UTC
"I hear you're threatening to go on a date!" my mother jabs
and I'm reminded why Facebook is passe, because it is for spies
Barbie likes Ken doesn't she? But when you think about it
he's just kind of there. They never even met
and Barbie still can't spread her legs
she doesn't really know him
that eternal plastic smile and a man who exists
but is not known and never speaks. Both are silent and smiling.
I am not a Barbie doll
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