Luster of the Beauty
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.
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