A Haiku Cycle for the Creamsicle Women: The peroxide blondes with fake orange tans.
Posted by RobbieRobTown | Posted in Poetry | Posted on 13-07-2009
Tags: Blondes, Breast Implants, Cowboys Nightclub, Creamsicles, inhuman colouring, tanning
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A Haiku Cycle for the Creamsicle Women: The peroxide blondes with fake orange tans.
Like a winter leaf,
You tumble, awkwardly off
Your broken high heels
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Your perfect orange skin
The hottest oompa loompa
I have seen today
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Your spray tan hits you
Like the mist off the ocean
Only, retarded.
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Did you just say “what?”
Or did you mean “pardon me”
Fuck you, creamsicle.
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Mountains form slowly,
Over geologic time
Or for five grand each.
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A perfect flower
Smells sweetly, and much less like
The cosmetics aisle.
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Bleach thins your hair and
Soon, like an autumn leaf, shows
your empty skull.
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Like a mushroom grows,
You bulge out of your small pants .
Just buy your real size.
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Drunk just before noon,
You smell like margarita,
Carrying your child.
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With your make up off,
It must be like seeing death,
If death was a whore…
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RobbieRobTown
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