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Luster of the Beauty By Ghia Vitale QuailBellMagazine.com Dedicated to the manufacturers of the Evilstick I can send out the luster of the beauty-- Before I was exhiled from the island of misfit toys, I smoked crack and frequented street corners in bad neighborhoods, Until I hopped on a square-wheeled freight train to the real world, Where all I'm worth is the sum of my parts. I can gather dust, And crash in the toy section of a dollar store in Ohio, Until someone I seduce someone into purchasing me, With my face-distorting good looks, My pink shaft, Five-leaf clover head, Flying colors (but mostly pink), And all that sweet talk on my packaging - "I can send out wonderful music," I tell them, And by "music," I mean my laughter and the screams of children. See? Even Cardcaptor Sakura likes it, When I infringe copyrights with the graceful ease of a lumbering Walrus, On the icy shores of legality. When you push my buttons, I can flash you with a part of me where the sun never shines, A side of me that you don't like, The side that shows my real face: My red-eyed, wrist-slitting face. I am what I am: An evils' tick, And no amount of pills can send out the luster of my beauty. I feel like I don't fit in with the Ohio toy isle scene; My neighbors are barbies and babies. Latter makes me feel old and the former makes me wish I could change careers, Like human women change tampons. Toys don't like me and those Halloweenies don't appreciate my Ninja-like approach, To getting bought. Maybe I should hop on the next square-wheeled train to another dollar store. #Unreal #BabeInToyland #MisfitToys #CopyRights #BadAnime #Oddities #LusterOfTheBeauty #WonderfulMusic Visit our shop and subscribe. Sponsor us. Submit and become a contributor. Like us on Facebook and follow us on Twitter. CommentsComments are closed.
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