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I'm shooting you babe.
The glare; lens flare
has been added to hide
those puffed up eyes.
Every time I see your photo
I imagine coffee stains
on teeth. Split-ended hair
and a cut cleft chin.
A dimple on one side
..............................and
a pimple on the other.
You shoot up too much heroin babe.
The crop ; cut off
has been used to underlie
those beady little eyes.
I want to exercise my fingers by
clicking my mouse all over your face.
Invert it so the monter comes out
in its black-blue and bruised shadow.
Fill in white and black with red
so it'll easily underline those mistakes
in between your rashy forehead.
We're both killing time, babe.
The paste; colored waste
has been clicked to reapply
those sexy model eyes.
It's at the end of another shoot
And You're Being Melodramatic.
Emphasizing every word to get a latte.
Striking out any mention of happiness
with a rehearsed clowned frown.
The only thing worth italicizing is your
blank stare being wasted at the window.
I'm converting you up babe.
The stretch; small sketch
has been done to widen
those soulless eyes.
I'm looking in the Fashions
at my cover-up art and can't help
but notice your [******** disgusting
and heavily edited Prima Donna smile.
- by Skyhawk the 2nd |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 07/16/2008 |
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- Title: Title is Bolded Within Poem
- Artist: Skyhawk the 2nd
- Description: Upon dissection of a model, one will notice her lack of veins... or blood.
- Date: 07/16/2008
- Tags: models poetry
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Comments (3 Comments)
- Casca 7 - 07/16/2008
- good job!
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- Pessimistic Amoeba - 07/16/2008
- i'm impressed. smile
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- xXx_Split Mind_xXx - 07/16/2008
- wow.
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