The Love Club

Part of the group, part of the herd,
constantly vomiting glittery strings of words
into the mouths of eager subjects.
Observed from every angle,
they are shining examples of girls.
Naturally Beautiful -
underneath strokes of bronzer and gloss
Kind and Considerate -
layered thickly over a shiny-hard core of jealousy and greed
Poised and Graceful -
except for when they cry from the hunger pains and the acid
burn of bile in their throats

This clique of glamorous waifs has been
highlighted
posed
thinned
toned
and edited to reflect sheer perfection.

And look how badly your daughter wants in.
Look at how badly you want her to be let in.
So buy it.

Buy her everything she asks for.
Clothes to fit the set standard.
Enough makeup to turn her into a living doll.
Diet pills to slip easily into that land of size zero frigidity.

It doesn’t matter if her grades slip from
As to Ds.
At least she’s still passing, right?
It doesn’t matter that she’s been fucked
by the whole football team without consent.
At least she doesn’t have any STDs, right?
It doesn’t matter that the once tight size zero
is now a baggy double zero.
At least she’s not at risk for diabetes, right?

And now she has what you wanted.
What you have always wanted.
She’s in.