Babes in Boyland

Modeling’s a groove
Tyra taught us to mooooove
and stretch and maybe
we’d get in a video on TV

Clothes fitted to each curve
The more verve you show
the more photogs you blow
The more rich guys you know
the more places you go

You fight the urge
to binge and purge
Pout you lips in a kiss
It all comes down to this:

I’m the seventh blonde-
wigged nurse in pure Bond-
girl form or maybe
a Robert Palmer baby

Justin’s lip-synching
when he’s not drinking
Oh, wait, he’s winking

© 2013 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil

NaPoWriMo #4, for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, which asked us to write to a clip of Justin Timberlake mouthing the words to a Killers song. Watch the clip, see what I wrote, and then follow this LINK back to the Garden to read others’ work!

Riley turned me on to Top Model, and the more this little proto-Feminist watched, the more I was fascinated and repelled by the lengths to which women will debase themselves to become models, Barbies in search of their Dream House. It’s a fleeting career at best, and these girls undergo breast augmentation, booty augmentation, lip augmentation… everything except self-esteem augmentation. Riley could have been a child model, but I wouldn’t have it. Glad to say, Tyra has proved me right! Peace, Amy