The Right People

When you walk in it's the head to toe thing

You know what they're thinking and you care too much

And ignore them

They communicate with nice white snarls

And rubber promises

They're happy, happy, happy

Identity in six inch cloppy daggers

Fluffy coat hangers

And chests and thighs and hawks' eyes

Hey bitches! Mwah, mwah!

I'll be there for you until I have to be there for you

Sis

Their pruned pincers clench each other's shoulders

And they smile hard and rehearsed

Their eyes pretty diamonds

Glistening

When did it all happen?

When did meaning get so tossed and turned

And burned

Into a hot whirlwind of cold, stark appearance?

Spin and whirl your rich blonde curls

Since when has one shoe size fitted you all?