The Golden Age of Skanks

The stars are finally aligning in just the right pattern and now
The golden age of skanks is click clacking its heels on the horizon

We, the bimbos
Have just elected Paris Hilton as president of the hot girls
and she’s declared that we will each receive a voucher in the mail
At dawn, we will strut down to the local Claire’s to receive an ice pick lobotomy
and a complementary pair of new earrings

At the first town hall of the new era
We decided that the glass ceiling was actually like really pretty
and as a result have hung thousands of disco balls from it
Once the light was perfect we all deleted our 9 am alarms
and threw out any pair of sensible yet sensual kitten heel business casual shoes
Rather than taking the morning commute - we all gave in to female hysteria
And thanks to your kindness
we all got to pick and choose which tranquilizers to use
while decaying in our beach house rooms

As a hive mind we’ve all agreed to be just like other girls
So that you can be the only one to connect the dots in our psyches
All around the world we are ripping down our tired yellow wallpaper in favor of Baker-Miller pink
Sunday brunches are now mandatory
And so is monogamy
and monotony
And the monopoly that Rae Dunn has on home decor and pottery
We will worship as one at the alter of vain hilarity and valley girl absurdity

We, the bimbos
have decided to put our torches down and settle for being meat
To be your house wife party girl bleach blonde wet dream
We will sit and wait by your door as a tender convenient feast
Wet and glittery
Desperate and pretty
We are the sheep flocking to rest on bruised knees
So that you may feed us freedom out of your palm
Crucified in your fantasy
Kept complacent and calm


- D.V