The magical make-it-all-better-pill
Make me pretty,
Make me obedient,
Likeable to everyone...
Make me a cook,
Make me a housewife,
The perfect woman to every guy...
Make me happy,
Make me smile,
Envied by my so called friends...
Make me plastic,
Make me fake,
Predictable in every way...
Make me everything I refuse to be,
Because of the ideals living inside of me
Give me the magical make-it-all-better-pill,
Let me experience this everyday drill
To fight for the spot of most popular one
By being a following airhead for fun
==> Herds of airheaded people are making superficiality the new standard... I object !==
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Augustijntje: | Dinsdag, december 05, 2006 11:20 |
| indeed, you''re right! ..the worst part is they''re not going anywhere either |
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| Auteur: Jardewing | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: benji | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 04 december 2006 | ||
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