A Sonnet about Barbie.

The first toy I ever loved was my Barbie.

Her, like a tiny future version of myself.

By no means stupid, I answered things smartly,

But always picked Barbie over the abacus on the shelf.

Her flaxen hair and body so flawless,

I decided it then she's what beauty looks like.

Always look good and never be mall-less,

Transform me to Goddess from vain little tyke.

If I do it like Barbie I'll have it made.

There's nothing a good smoky eye can't fix.

If you look good there's nothing to be afraid.

A few pumps on a thigh master should do the trick.

But now I'm so thin and troubling heart palps are the norm.

Fuck you Mattel for this narcissistic final form.

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