How great the world must seem!
Your looks, mere errant gene,
Of which all derives.
Your short life, many-splendored,
Though debut novel, now remaindered,
Your beauty has engendered,
This life so divine.
We know how much you need us
To buy more Adidas,
But, unlike you, it won’t feed us
To wear your designs.
So go on girl, get shitty,
Pout your pout and sing your ditty,
Models strut ‘coz they’re so pretty!
Go sue a Weinstein.
The money’s out there for the taking.
Girl got booty? Girl be shakin’!
But in private are you quaking
Erik Kaisson, 2017