Oh Barbie
I want to be Barbie when I grow up.
Breasts Perfect Round, and Plump.
Lips cherry red, that always smile.
“Barbie, your my best friend. My role model”
I want to be rich. I want to have this…and I want to have that.
Because you are given everything at the drop of a hat.
A doctor.
Plastic surgeon…
A dancer too!
Swinging those slender legs around a poll.
Making Ken drool.
Everyone loves you, Barbie.
your so beautiful…
But when my big brother ripped off your head.
I found out it was hollow.
