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Poor Barbie

Poor Barbie
it’s hard living in a blue bird’s nest
with a silver spoon in your mouth and gold on your chest
knowing some might feel blessed
even though you could have had some use of a little bit less
without even caring about the rest
a touch and it’s set, but in the end, you have to confess
it’s easy to get a little bit depressed
laying thoughtful at night, just like over a game of chess
perhaps it’s a gift given to you as a test
but it seems to be damn hard proving that you’re the best
when they keep staring at your breasts...

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