Friday, March 26, 2010

Poetramatic Attack!

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?

No comments:

Post a Comment