You are just a tank top with a fistful of plastic.
Sweet denial emanating with the stench of UV light gone wrong.  This is so wrong.
Summers light does you no justice, it just sheds clarity and proof to my eyes.
You wear animal fat proudly; letting it slowly spread across the mold.
Paint it to the best of your ability.  Black and blue will draw more attention.
Let it drip out the empty holes in your eyes.
Let is smear this waterproof disaster.
Please don't tell me this is permanence.
You speak falsifications like hellos.  Never bothering to show remorse.
Rejoicing with fellow followers in conversion of strays, with a cigarette resting on top of smeared lipstick and pearly whites.
You are the result of over the counter drugs and cable TV.
Just a number in a machine... please take one and wait your turn.
You are so notorious; pull the strings up a  little higher.
Un-do just one more button, attract the one time interests.
Wink and smile perfection. Did your daddy teach you that?
Or did he purchase you for the purpose of rebellion and dishonor?
Go ahead... slide out your bedroom window.  Barely acknowledging his existence of a cushion with eyes glued to home videos, wishing for time travel and a ten story house.
Go ahead... distribute your embraces, sell your soul to the lowest bidder.
This is so wrong, but then again... you are just a tank top with a fistful of plastic.