Don't come back

You've come a long way baby

with your virginia slims

and your ultraslims

you're passing us in suicide!

--

You're walking like ghosts down runways

in Twiggy's skeletal frame

looking sick and dejected

all for our pleasure

--

Escape to the dreamland of yogurt

and chocolate woozled kisses

you wish you could buy more of

because we still make more money

--

We can't buy your love

you're already paying for it

in wrinkle cream

and guilt for aging gracefully

--

On TV we know, the pictures show

I'd step past you for a car

you'd try to embrace my beer bottle

while wearing a bikini

--

Cannibalize your precious daughters

six years old strutting like Madonna

waving their bums

Beauty Pageant for some

--

And whisper and gossip

how ugly she looks

what a b*tch she was

Girl Power devoured

--

Sex and the City

is your new guidebook

choosing which man

to throw yourself after

--

You yelled at me "Don't come back!"

as you shoved me out the door

And no, so I won't come back, will not be back

until you can come forward

--

You've come a long way baby

drink yourself to death

because a shotgun's just not feminine

and who's going to clean up the mess?

The End

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