There was this
Barbie-doll girl I knew
who grew
into a Barbie-doll woman.
She battled some
bipolar disorders
and cocks dressed
in suits, until
one day
it got too much.
She tried gassing
herself in her
car – hose-pipe in
the window affair –
but realized her
car was made
from plastic. Not
to mention that
plastic lungs
can’t do
much in the first place.
I guess plastic
brains don’t
think up
great
ideas.
Mary X.
I'm so glad to hear you're not plastic or spastic, Mary X. Right on the money! WOO HOO! :)
Lovely feel to this. The coldness of the narrative belies the warmth of the humour.
awesome stuff! brainy barbie girl lol. But seriously your work is great! Smiling at you :)
My intense dislike of barbie dolls applauds this wonderful scenario, Mary and your matter of fact delivery is spot on. Great stuff. love, Allie xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Another terrific poem by Mary X...a free thinking...say it like it is...kind of woman! ! Awesome job! Hugs, Dee
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
that's awesome! ! eni da kid