Marilyn

Thu, 10/03/2013 - 18:40 -- RUBIC12

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I woke up from the dead,
and damn 
even in color
America sure looked ugly.

No one spoke to me,
too busy with their damn apples,
idiots
taking pictures of stupid things.
I met fifty Barbie and ken dolls,
stared at rock hard boobs,
touched too much testosterone. 

I wandered around and got into trouble.
surprised to see a black president, but
I screwed him anyway
And
fucked his brother.

Smoked weed,
sang Happy Birthday to the commander-in-chief,
performed stoned
while the world saw me naked.
I became Fox 11’s breaking news,
a YouTube sensation.

The men were hungry,
I favored them as they did to me.
In the limo, the taxi, the bar, 
behind the scenes.
Old ones, young ones, tall and short ones,
I had nothing better to do.

I was not on the cover of Playboy
I was considered obese.
Screw you skinny hos!
Hugh Hefner was once all mine.

Size twelve down to two,
Hollywood’s corset shrunk my hips,
it’s plastics lifted my face, stretched
and vanished the wrinkles taut.
It’s brands tattooed my body,
And
my asshole was bleached.

I still hate America,
still glad I over- dozed.

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