Does she self-scan her barcode knees,
Overstretching the underused jet-black jeans,
Two dark, skinny piano keys
Playing out the white skin beneath.
Bequeathed her tongue to her cheek
Cheekily chewing the juicy fruit
Pellets shaped like individual teeth.
Gnash those gnarly pearls little girl,
Keep that muscle in the underworld
Trap that chatty Persephone like a pearl.
Recline the repose, ankles exposed,
Doesn’t fancy wearing socks I suppose,
Or just supporting the trends en vogue
AWOL wooly tootsie mittens gone rogue
Splash the rouge on your lips,
Don’t wanna see no lick, smack and kiss,
But I’ll admit I’d be remiss if I missed the chance
Of enjoying something over which
I could listlessly reminisce.
You get the gist, gesticulating these verbal
Articulations, penetrating your concentration
Helping you to relate to unrelated primates
To whom a seconds thought is too much to give.
Take little miss stonewashed shirt and shit,
A denim darling starring in a parka
Where’s the red paint firestarter?
Fuck the faux fur, this is Sparta!
You gotta barter for a bigger part if you wanna
Make an impact from the start, no brain fart
Pick your personality from the a la carte
And sit back down as the delayed train
Moves past far too fast.