My poem battle number 3. Elimy has set me up with the word "Hierarchy".
Hierarchy of shoes and dresses,
Plastic dolls and pop princesses,
This soulless dream, to make a buck,
You need to learn to bend your knees and suck.
Whether metaphorical or literal, I think the message in this poem is pretty clear, although I'm sure my methods may be slightly objectionable. ;)
Elimy's word is: SUCK
Ha, ha, ha. This is fun.
PS: What typo?