Play Along, You Must
PART 1 OF 2 PART POEM
-pt 2 = Dear Puppet Master
Be my dolly,
let me play with you.
I’ll put makeup on you and cover up your sadness with concealer when you’re feeling blue.
I’ll dress you up in these designer clothes,
Make sure no flaws to you are exposed,
Your imperfections will be our secret so no one knows.
Come on smile and pucker up your lips,
Oh no you’re doing it wrong here are some tips.
Suck in your gut,
Sexualize your butt.
Curl your hair,
Wink at the boys when they stare.
Go to social gatherings,
Every party,
Forget about being a Smarty.
Take a selfie everyday,
Oh and use those hashtags okay?
Avoid thrift stores at all cost,
Every original piece of you is to be tossed.
Form into the mold set for you,
Wear bikinis and push up bras too.
You’re skin isn’t good enough for me,
But you know,
It never is too late
To watch your weight.
So exercise until you pass out,
Let a scale become your best friend.
To reach perfection there is no end,
You must go go go.
Become a slave,
Yeah you better behave.
Stop drinking soda pop,
Work your body until you reach the top.
Don’t forget to selfie post workout,
Have duck lips and your likes will skyrocket, no doubt.
Your body still isn’t good enough,
You still look so very rough.
Just do like me,
And resort to silicon.
Hey watch your tone;
Don’t make me have to yank your hair.
Don’t resist my commands, don’t you dare.
Come on now dolly, grab your mascara and eyeliner,
I will show you all the things in life that are finer.
Let’s go to a five star restaurant,
Wing your eyes and remember your table manners.
But first go to the tanning bed, life is only a contest of who is tanner.
Shave your legs and cross them,
Be lady like, pinkies out.
Don’t make me kick you underneath the table, don’t make me shout.
Be perfect why can’t you be?
Is it THAT hard, oh I’m pleading desperately.
Why can’t you be like me?
Spray your hair with hairspray until it’s crispy as a chip,
Make sure what is sticking out most during photos are your butt and hips.
Do it like the other dollies,
They know how to do it so well that it comes naturally.
Forget who you want to be,
Become what I assign.
Sorry for not being too kind,
It’s just that you’re so out of line.
Become my slave,
Be my dolly,
Listen to me,
Surrender to this folly,
Come on slave,
Live under my rule until the day you meet your grave.
Really fun poem to write that was entirely inspired by a friend of mine who has unfair expectations from someone in her own family. This one's targeted at the ones who use their so called authority to promote conformity and refuse to let others unravel and express themselves in their personal unique way.
