Please Kill Me: Im A Blond Poem by Milos Jovanka

Please Kill Me: Im A Blond



Bloodsucking feign Princes
Scourge of dignity
No substance in your mirror
Just a vogue calamity

I stain the world with urine
With Beauty as my disease
Enslaving most men to ruin
As a narcissist with yeast

The worlds a shopping mall
Invented just for me
Real issues I don't like
Because everyone's not white

I'm easy if you're Bad
Have money and a tan
Power is my father
Just wish I had his number

Shopping is my job
All day and working hard
I live to buy more clothes
On credit cards and bank loans

Kill me I'm a blond
The perfect pallid swan
Kill me I'm a blond
A brainwashing cheap doll


Nothing makes me happy
Except long hours of buying
Everything I fancy
Now makes me miserable

What's the IMF?
Does it have a zip code number?
Poor people are all losers
They should work to be all winners


Kill me I'm a blond
A born again bread psycho
Kill me I'm a blond
A tyrant with social statues

I deserve to die
Breathing on peroxide
Suffocating aspirin
Pill popping mothers velum


My brain is just a purse
Rich men deposit assets
Sometimes I go to church
Cause I like the pretty caskets



I'm a plastic girl
Who doesn't have a soul?
Swarming on shiny toys
Like wrist watches and hot rods


My Life is made of drama
Probably because I'm a prima Dona
Everyone's against me
Its total human tragedy


They like me because I'm young
Smooth skin like mother's milk
But when I get fresh wrinkles
They'll throw me like a condemn

Please kill me I'm a blond
Morally vacant and bankrupt
Kill me I'm a blond
A dead girl on the inside

'Like OMG is that for real?
I like cant really handle this yah'

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success