A few pairs of shrimpy shoes the size of baby teeth
are supposed to keep her happy?
Get a real job, you worm.
Grow some.
Get out there and get busy.
The Demanding Doll hasn't got the distractions of motherhood.
Breasts may be for babies,
but if someone would just swing her by her ankles,
she could use hers to hammer horse shoes.
The Demanding Doll has powers.
If she wants more hair, she can just pull it out the top of her skull.
She can do all the positions in the Kama Sutra and never get a cramp.
She can keep living for weeks without her head.
Close all the car windows
in the middle of July.
Leave her there alone.
She won't die.
What do you bring to the table?
Are you a man or a mouse?
Don't be so meek.
Speak.
Listen at you.
"I thought everything was perfect!"
"I thought you really loved me!"
"I thought you were fully posable!"
Wake up.
She doesn't want any toy Escalade with plastic doors.
And one thing more...
she's late,
and it's not yours.
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I remember when I was fully posable. I think I may have run into the male version of this toy, though it never could pull a beard out of its face the way I wanted it to. Delightfully demented, Shay. It's good to have you back.
ReplyDeleteLMFAO! i missed you!!!
ReplyDeletei still think it'd be a blast to be inside your head ~ for, like, three minutes maybe. anything beyond that would guarantee insanity!
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Oh this is a riot! You have nailed all those weirdnesses of Barbie: breasts to hammer horseshoes, living without a head. Hehehe!
ReplyDeletePS. I have just realized what it is I miss about your old blog layout! It's the cool font of the commentary... that was so you. This default font is far too pedestrian for Fireblossom.
I hear ya, Kerry! And so, I have brought back the "Rock Salt" font I love for the titles and gadgets. I'd love to have it for the comments, too, but to do that, I would have to make it the default post for the post itself, and people tell me they can't read it. I did, however, spruce the posts and comments up just a bit with a font I think is legible, but pleasing and subtly girly.
ReplyDeleteAh, right! I see what you mean about post and comments being in the same font, but I like this one better than the generic, and am very happy to see Rock Salt slashing red words around... Much better!
ReplyDeletei'm laughing, laughing, laughing. this one was spot on!
ReplyDeleteThanks for the Happy New Year wish in my blog. Back at ya, Shay. Happy New Year!
ReplyDeleteThis was hilarious! It simultaneously reminded me of Ibsen's "A Doll's House" and of my demented childhood game of ripping the heads off Barbies andflying the heads around the room by their hair to haunt those that were still "alive." TMI?
ReplyDeleteDamn....she is demanding, but I like her! :)
ReplyDeleteHappy new year, Shay!
This is so hilarious - especially using her boobs to hammer horseshoes. Cackle!
ReplyDeleteWhat amazes me is how perfectly this captures the expression on her face!
ReplyDeleteYes - the photo of the doll goes perfectly with your words. :)
ReplyDeleteok, so don't kill me.... can i plead temporary insanity? no? okay, permanent insanity!
ReplyDeletei did a take off of this poem. i couldn't help myself! please, please, please forgive me!!!
i love you, Sista Poet!
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um.... and i just realized you were referring to a Colonial-style house. i misread it as "Colonel" like her boyfriend's rank in the army or something ~ you know how once a colonel always a colonel and a lotta guys like to be called by their former rank instead of their name... and, well, um.... sorry!
ReplyDeleteso technically i guess that means i did NOT use one of your characters without permission? {sheepish grin}
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Sista Poet, your "sequel" is the most hilarious thing I have read in ages. I love it!!!
ReplyDeletewhew! happy to make you laugh, Sis!
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Soooo want a head where I can pull up some hair extensions.
ReplyDeleteToo funny!!!!
ReplyDeleteAwesome! Made me laugh. I found you thru Dani.
ReplyDeleteLove the breast reference. I know a couple of these gals. Happiness, for them, seems elusive. You nailed it.
ReplyDeleteSo funny. I love Barbie lit... Happy New Year!
ReplyDeleteThis is hilarious! Every word of it ! Thanks for turning 'Barbie' on her head to 'hammer horse shoes' Happy New Year! http://wabisabipoet.wordpress.com/2012/12/29/surrender/
ReplyDeleteouch! it gives me the feeling of being kicked where it hurts most.signature style.what a way to round off the year!bravo.
ReplyDeleteThat is quite the fun read!
ReplyDeleteFun read...been back twice...thanks for the smiles.
ReplyDeleteHappy New Year 1
Let us not forget also: the only hole in her body is the one on her hand for her wedding ring!
ReplyDeleteThanks for directing me here, loved the mockery and strange empowerment you mixed here. I am not sure how I feel about barbie any more, perhaps I will just stick to my paper dolls and doiley making.
This is hilarious:
ReplyDelete"Breasts may be for babies,
but if someone would just swing her by her ankles,
she could use hers to hammer horse shoes."
"She can keep living for weeks without her head." If only we could all figure out how to manage that! :)
Love this transition: "What do you bring to the table?"
"And one thing more...
she's late,
and it's not yours." Indeed. Now THAT is an ending. Shabang. Love it, girl. And you.
A social comment to pale all others...lol...that last punch was like an ugly fiberglass angel at the top of the christmas tree.....truly amazing...loved it.
ReplyDeleteIt's a bit like Eartha Kitt skipped the purring "Santa Baby" stuff and went straight to full-on Catwoman mode. One of the problems with a piece with bite is that sometimes the vitriol boils over and spills vinegar all over the page, making an angry mess. Fortunately, this has plent of bite and is very, very well done.
ReplyDeleteShhh, don't tell anyone, but I'm pre-Barbie, and I've always hated the damned things.
ReplyDeleteGood for you, letting her live for weeks in a car with her head off. Wish I had done that with my little sister's damn Barbie.
K
love this, hah! signed, Barbie Resistant.
ReplyDeleteoh and also! love that song. i mean TRUE LOVE. signed, Disco Queen.
and also? i am glad you changed the font... really hard to read, the other is. signed, Old Eyes.