Barbie

I hate her

The swishy way she flips her hair
The airless way in which she thinks
The high frequency pitch she speaks
The sway of her hips as she sashays
The men that flock to her bubbling side
Flies on fresh shit

She sickens me

She’s the Barbie to every Ken
DDD breasts of expensive silicon
Make my proportional chest look small
Thoughtless comments veiled with giggles
Make my intelligent tête-à-tête obsolete
For sexed up men

Please die