[size=167]The Beautiful Ones[/size]
[size=142][i]Cellulite scenes and surgical screams
and lo-sugar/lo-calorie/fake-choccy-icecreams.
Green-tea gels and Gin-Seng scrubs
and loofa-shed skin-cells clogging camomile tubs.
These giraffe-Women stagger hips crooked in silk
their sly trade-mark titties dried arid of milk
with six-packed child-men all pampered and puffed
preening and pouting and clutching crotch stuffed
With old socks.
Ambergris stink and cuttlefish ink
and boiled-up rose-petals in pus-powder-pink
stapled-back lobes and fashionable nose
flashbulb-pop lightning strikes just the right pose.
Clustered in limelight - bitch, bluster and fight
in poly-chrome latex high-thighed and tight
a face rigid with botox, stiff silicon lipped
Sliver-sliced sushi down swan-neck is slipped
Pending regurgitation.
More new-age grub at some chic fitness-club
with a heated stone circular, rune-rhythmic rub.
A shaved-sore sheen, or a slow waxy flow…?
A slash/burn exfoliate, or electric green-glow…?
Click-clatter heeled feet slip-slide over cobbles
push-shove pillow-fighting love-triangle squabbles
Drunk sad and screwed-up bright futures gone grey
Papparazzi crowd car-doors, snap upskirts and pray
for no panties.[/i][/size]
Keep going. You’ll like it. 