#supermodel - Hello Poetry

Men stop in their tracks when they see me Become tongue-tied, try but cannot speak We supermodels are paid for our looks, and very handsomely They see me at an airport, make an approach, Chat me up, stilted conversation ensues Oh well, confidentially, I don't mind as I'm just killing time, on my way to the next shoot in Ibiza, then Italy. Vanisa is the name; I made it up, keeps me sane Running down the highway of fashion In the body that is mine I cannot help if I was born this way Sublime, the money I make but, look, It's not that great to hold a bottle of perfume Or pretend to eat steak But, Oh, the attention from the men who cross my path They dream of me, they say, that's a laugh If they only knew what a B I can be, they'd think twice about Their fantasy Look, I'm a nice person, got a family back home Minnesota is my hideout from the mishigas I've known And I read books, really I do Want to talk politics? That would be cool Here comes another candidate Lets see what he has to say Yes I was on the cover of Sports Illustrated Yay, he says, then comes his big smile It's so nice everyone loves me Makes it all worthwhile.

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Oct 6, 2016

Oct 6, 2016 at 4:39 PM UTC

neville-johnson

Supermodel

Men stop in their tracks when they see me Become tongue-tied, try but cannot speak We supermodels are paid for our looks, and very handsomely They see me at an airport, make an approach, Chat me up, stilted conversation ensues Oh well, confidentially, I don't mind as I'm just killing time, on my way to the next shoot in Ibiza, then Italy. Vanisa is the name; I made it up, keeps me sane Running down the highway of fashion In the body that is mine I cannot help if I was born this way Sublime, the money I make but, look, It's not that great to hold a bottle of perfume Or pretend to eat steak But, Oh, the attention from the men who cross my path They dream of me, they say, that's a laugh If they only knew what a B I can be, they'd think twice about Their fantasy Look, I'm a nice person, got a family back home Minnesota is my hideout from the mishigas I've known And I read books, really I do Want to talk politics? That would be cool Here comes another candidate Lets see what he has to say Yes I was on the cover of Sports Illustrated Yay, he says, then comes his big smile It's so nice everyone loves me Makes it all worthwhile.

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Miss Wilde Miss Wilde he says with a smile Miss Wilde Miss Wilde he shakes his silly head I cook a grand meal but not without leaving behind a mess Classic Miss Wilde he says Classic Indeed! I'm ***** and clumsy efficient but messy I mix up my words pronounce things funny I sit on the floor in funny positions I'm kind but sarcastic innocent but ***** knocking things over tripping over flat surfaces stealing the blankets sleeping in strange positions these things he calls quirky these things he says are part of me these things make me scared one day he'll say Oh Miss Wilde Miss Wilde I've known you awhile But you're just a child Miss Wilde You had me beguiled But your personality is really quite mild Miss Wilde Your antics have got me all riled You're wild Miss Wilde and I'm absolutely reviled so go on your way get out get out to the sandbox and play because you're just a child My dear young Miss Wilde

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Jul 28, 2015

Jul 28, 2015 at 5:13 PM UTC

fish

Miss Wilde

Miss Wilde Miss Wilde he says with a smile Miss Wilde Miss Wilde he shakes his silly head I cook a grand meal but not without leaving behind a mess Classic Miss Wilde he says Classic Indeed! I'm ***** and clumsy efficient but messy I mix up my words pronounce things funny I sit on the floor in funny positions I'm kind but sarcastic innocent but ***** knocking things over tripping over flat surfaces stealing the blankets sleeping in strange positions these things he calls quirky these things he says are part of me these things make me scared one day he'll say Oh Miss Wilde Miss Wilde I've known you awhile But you're just a child Miss Wilde You had me beguiled But your personality is really quite mild Miss Wilde Your antics have got me all riled You're wild Miss Wilde and I'm absolutely reviled so go on your way get out get out to the sandbox and play because you're just a child My dear young Miss Wilde

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Look in the mirror What do you see? Imperfection As you reach left for The tan crumbs to cover your uneven skin And reaching right for The black Toxic Goo To give the impression that your stubby eyelashes Aren't incapable of growing You step back and look at yourself once more Its not enough You rummage for the crayon to Smear across your eyelids In hopes that it will make your Dull Brown eyes Pop Your face feels pounds heavier Yet, are you really done so soon? Aren't you forgetting something You dig deep into the drawer To find a Burning Red paint to drown your thin pale lips in Longing for the look of that Photoshopped Supermodel you saw in that magazine You come downstairs Dad says you look like a clown Mom says you're still a kid Society says its not enough What do you say

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Sep 27, 2014

Sep 27, 2014 at 2:50 AM UTC

Trinity-Jones

Imperfections

Look in the mirror What do you see? Imperfection As you reach left for The tan crumbs to cover your uneven skin And reaching right for The black Toxic Goo To give the impression that your stubby eyelashes Aren't incapable of growing You step back and look at yourself once more Its not enough You rummage for the crayon to Smear across your eyelids In hopes that it will make your Dull Brown eyes Pop Your face feels pounds heavier Yet, are you really done so soon? Aren't you forgetting something You dig deep into the drawer To find a Burning Red paint to drown your thin pale lips in Longing for the look of that Photoshopped Supermodel you saw in that magazine You come downstairs Dad says you look like a clown Mom says you're still a kid Society says its not enough What do you say

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