Bipolar Barbie. Poem by Mary X

Bipolar Barbie.

Rating: 4.0


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.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ebone' Ingram 15 September 2006

that's awesome! ! eni da kid

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Shane Markie 15 September 2006

I'm so glad to hear you're not plastic or spastic, Mary X. Right on the money! WOO HOO! :)

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Joseph Daly 16 September 2006

Lovely feel to this. The coldness of the narrative belies the warmth of the humour.

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Ana Monnar 31 August 2007

LOL you had me going there for a while. Great imagination.

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Genius In A Gstring * <3 * 29 September 2006

awesome stuff! brainy barbie girl lol. But seriously your work is great! Smiling at you :)

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Alison Cassidy 27 September 2006

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

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Anna Russell 19 September 2006

Ouch! Snidey - I love it. Hugs Anna xxx

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Dee Daffodil 16 September 2006

Another terrific poem by Mary X...a free thinking...say it like it is...kind of woman! ! Awesome job! Hugs, Dee

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