What Saves Me

When the world is, like
         BLACK
like the mascara smearing
d
o
w
n
my cheeks
in gucky rivers
and puddling in, like,
spots of sadness on
white angora....

I must, like, roam-
         A store per every agonizing sorrow.

Ralph Lauren won't you hold me
cuz, like, my beauty salon closed
and now my brows have gone all
icky bushy
for I have not the, like, will to pluck
         and my nails are as chipped as my soul.

Gucci, you SOOOO, like,
have to be my solace
for my father has abandoned me
and has made me drive the
'99 Mercedes for the week.

Comfort me, Coach and Praada
for depression eats me like
it is, like, gross and doesn't diet
**GASP**
I have gained 2 pounds.

Rescue me, Yve St.-however-you-spell-it,
I am dateless
for this weekend
(SOB)
How can I,like, go on?

But for slender cards of plastic,
and platinum buyer sales,
and mercy angels named Tiffany and Cartier
I would just, like,

         DIE.