This is not much of a poem. I wrote it mainly to release some anger.

If I was a preppy girl

If I was a preppy girl

I'd dress in pink and white

I'd natter to my cutsie friends

All day and all night

I'd frown at all the gothic freaks

The weirdo sad outcasts

I'd laugh at all the nerdy geeks

Who thought to cross my path

I'd straighten my hair every day

It is of course dyed blonde

And with my Nokia swan around

In tight capris and thongs

If I was a preppy girl

I'd kill myself like that

And risk the label of a goth

To spare myself the shame