Comes off a little cynical, but really just a stream of consciousness little poem.
Rescind your offer to your boyfriends, my dear
Chaos is starting to look good
If anybody's getting rich off you here
I bet you anything I could
A standing order to relieve you of fear
That's why I'm waiting on you
A proper image for you I'll engineer
Then all the lies they will be true
And saturated, you'll be
my new darling, you'll be
In the hearts of starving millions
And mass produced, you will be
My insightful poor disciple, my new media queen.
Created: Jan 02, 2010Document Media