I Thought It was TurkeyA Poem by Lindsay LukensThin, pretty, sexy, whatever you want to call it, this is a satirical look at the way feminine beauty is percieved.
I’m only what I look like.
(Cue the laughter)
There’s nothing more on the inside.
(Keep it coming)
After all, beauty is only skin deep.
(Do you hear this?)
Why would anyone consider my brain?
(This is priceless)
Or yours, for that matter.
(Where does she get this?)
Creativity has no place here.
(She’s a genius)
Pack up and go home.
(The best since Kaufman)
All I care about is clothes and bouncy hair.
(God rest his soul)
Oh yeah, and nail polish.
(Even better, Williams)
I don’t think.
(Breath, Bill)
Its unladylike.
(This is TOO funny)
I prefer to sit at home and knit.
(Turn off the sign)
I can be judged by my looks.
(They don’t need to be told to laugh at this)
My IQ is 100 minus my bra size.
(We’re getting this, right?)
Always judge a book by it’s cover.
(Cancel all of next week)
Especially me.
(This girl’s here to stay)
Go ahead.
(Priceless)
Take a bite.
(Absolutely priceless)
After all,
(Sheer brilliance)
it looks like turkey, doesn’t it?
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Added on April 24, 2008Last Updated on May 6, 2008 AuthorLindsay LukensMero Atlanta, GAAboutI'm a slave. Do I need you say anything else? Ok. I am a twenty-two year old poet and writer currently studying English at a university in Georgia. My interests include existentialism, modern art, li.. more..Writing
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