Ken, Ken, confused amongst men,
Though made without parts he still has a heart
As a he he's not quite more hermaphrodite,
Sometimes a man and sometimes a tran,
Dressed in more dresses than you ever could guess,
Is being made of plastic so fantastic at all?
More doll than role model, still, that's all right
An idol? An icon? Androgynite.
Though made without parts he still has a heart
As a he he's not quite more hermaphrodite,
Sometimes a man and sometimes a tran,
Dressed in more dresses than you ever could guess,
Is being made of plastic so fantastic at all?
More doll than role model, still, that's all right
An idol? An icon? Androgynite.
My lounge room full of non-plastic friends enjoyed listening to my recital of your poem! Awesomeness.
ReplyDeleteImpromptu recitals! May the joy continue. Thanks!
ReplyDeleteI'm one part disturbed and one part envious of your ability to be inspired to poetry by the new Ken.
ReplyDeleteI'll bet when you were little, and saw your first Ken doll, you never imagined it would all come to this.
You're right. Ken must be very disappointed in me.
ReplyDeleteHe has unnaturally blue eyes. Probably tinted contacts, I expect.
ReplyDeleteMaybe he's an Aryan SuperKillCyborg biding his time before he does the evil bidding of whoever designed him.
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