Little Jenny walks down the street everyday,
the concrete sidewalk is her project runaway,
traded in her ideals for heels, books for looks, passion for fashion, a living contradiction,
a six foot elf,
she's empty yet so full of herself; a critic, corrosive philosophy, acidic,
with an hour glass body she is ahead of the curve,
miss daisy is drunk driving better not swerve,
she gives out candy, compliments she takes,
call her strawberry short, the makeup that she cakes,
cremes, ointments, plastic surgery appointments,
scorns at what she owns,
moms and dads chromosomes,
dark hair gone, platinum blonde, chest inflated: U.S. econ,
shoots the mug, boots are uggs, retail the drug,
versace, dolce gabbana, so much clutter can't find Nirvana,
eye/I try to beholder/be hold her up,
while she drinks from half empty coffee cup,
ground beans can't bring her back to Earth, realness she doesn't thirst,
perhaps its the botox, drink up detox, lift the curse red sox, NO
she compromise, identity dies, and settle,
could have rise above like steam in a kettle, NO
Jenny finds a man in high demand with years of school,
saw his porsche, posh palace equipped with a pool,
she does not care about values or merit,
only attracted to his p's/peas and karats/carrots.
