Monday, October 26, 2009

Spoken word

Silicone bullets burst onto busts of a blossoming
generation
On their knees
Screaming, please, please, PLEASE
squeeze into these jeans.
Just one size smaller,
just one inch taller
Until we disappear,
and it's never clear
How to stop and say
NO
I won't be this way.

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