"diddy" poems - Hello Poetry

Ignorance is bliss, really, more like Stupidity. an aspect, benefiting a person, like cold sore, irritating, an annoyance, peevish to your life. Face it, honey, you’re as fake, as your personality. You’re plastic, I could melt you, if I truly desired, setting a lighted match, to your artificial body. Please, take some advice, lay off the make-up, you look like a clown, maybe a ********** Tanning is acceptable, but looking dark orange, is outrageous. There is no need to look, like you just rolled in bag of Doritos, that’s Snooki’s Job. There is more to life, besides appearances, waking up like P. Diddy, sweet heart, don’t like be Kesha, it’s ****** Partying is enjoyable, but not necessary every night, consisting of drinking, frat boys, jocks, pretty boys, saying “oh my god”, or “I broke a nail”, and precarious *** I know you were raised with Barbies, but you don’t have to be one. Barbie is a piece of plastic, containing no originality, with an unfeasible body, and isn’t real, much like yourself. Stop with the act, no one wants to be, around a person, who is often intoxicated, narcissistic, and a ditzy ***** You can be a girly girl, but be genuine, stop being a follower, if everyone jumps off a bridge, then you’ll be splattered, upon the ground with them, no use to anyone. My words are probably useless, going right through the holes, of yours ears, attached to the plastic head of yours. Anyways, I tried, as excruciating as it was, to reach out to you, who are living this life, of alleged greatness, more like a travesty, in my eyes. Hopefully, you’ll change, wake up from this social stupor, become yourself, regain your individuality, and cease to be, a Barbie doll.

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Jul 15, 2012

Jul 15, 2012 at 2:54 PM UTC

jadyn-nichole-kilmon

Barbie Dolls

Ignorance is bliss, really, more like Stupidity. an aspect, benefiting a person, like cold sore, irritating, an annoyance, peevish to your life. Face it, honey, you’re as fake, as your personality. You’re plastic, I could melt you, if I truly desired, setting a lighted match, to your artificial body. Please, take some advice, lay off the make-up, you look like a clown, maybe a ********** Tanning is acceptable, but looking dark orange, is outrageous. There is no need to look, like you just rolled in bag of Doritos, that’s Snooki’s Job. There is more to life, besides appearances, waking up like P. Diddy, sweet heart, don’t like be Kesha, it’s ****** Partying is enjoyable, but not necessary every night, consisting of drinking, frat boys, jocks, pretty boys, saying “oh my god”, or “I broke a nail”, and precarious *** I know you were raised with Barbies, but you don’t have to be one. Barbie is a piece of plastic, containing no originality, with an unfeasible body, and isn’t real, much like yourself. Stop with the act, no one wants to be, around a person, who is often intoxicated, narcissistic, and a ditzy ***** You can be a girly girl, but be genuine, stop being a follower, if everyone jumps off a bridge, then you’ll be splattered, upon the ground with them, no use to anyone. My words are probably useless, going right through the holes, of yours ears, attached to the plastic head of yours. Anyways, I tried, as excruciating as it was, to reach out to you, who are living this life, of alleged greatness, more like a travesty, in my eyes. Hopefully, you’ll change, wake up from this social stupor, become yourself, regain your individuality, and cease to be, a Barbie doll.