Barbie II

liberate your four-year-old.
teach her
that sweet old boyfriend’s 
no good for her.

enlighten your five-year-old.
tell her
she should have the morals
of Hollywood’s Whores.

instruct your six-year-old.
dark features 
are good
(don’t discriminate!)
but blondes are better
(convey to her their sexual power)

show your seven-year-old
appearance is everything
divorce and remarry
the trophy of your (sexual) fantasies

discipline your eight-year-old
for flirting 
with the thirteen-year-old next door
and for listening to years of Her advice

forbid your nine year old
from leaving the house
in minuscule shorts
and halter tops.

at ten
she waves goodbye.
she’s too old
to play with Her.

ignore your fifteen-year-old
as she takes
ephedra and bloussant.
her waist will never compare to Hers

through it all
She looks away
for She’s making
money
fame
headlines
	(“New Cutie for Barbie!”)

the world admires Her prowess
and experts justify
Her love-life
	(“If Britney and J.Lo can
	   replace love so easy, so
	   can Barbie!”)

She feels no guilt
(He’s only plastic)
as She dumps her beau
of forty-three years
because 
blonde-haired-blue-eyed 
(australian!) surfers
are always more fun
and look better
beside a liposuctioned
anorexic Idol.