Plastic Molding

Dear Barbie
Won’t you teach me how it’s done?
Your naturally long bouncy blonde hair,
Your shinning flat plastic blue eyes,
Thump think waist,
Your perfectly pasted mouth,
And your already-made-for-heels feet.
Teach me how to get a
Perfect plastic sculpted six pack boy
With his blonde slicked back perfect hair,
And bright emotionless blue eyes
Who can do everything but bend his arms and knees.
Teach me how to have that perfect
Hands don’t fit together,
Beating heartless,
Never closer never farther,
Can’t hold me
Relationship.
Teach me to have
The same faced,
Different colored hair,
Almost as perfect as you
Friends.
Teach me to
Leave my life,
And my millions of clones lives,
To some fashion challenged
Eleven year old girl
Who thinks perfect ends come with the words
Barbie and Ken.