She’s sparkly pink and neon too
There’s always hint of baby blue
The nose is pert, the waist is tiny
The teeth pure white, hair blonde and shiny
Impossible she’s modeled so
Does she look like a girl you know?
But that is not what she is for
Nor why for years her fans adore
She represents a weird ideal
It never mattered were she real
And now without much more adieu
Plays at a theater near to you
Entertainment, upon arrival
Gives plastic pin-up fresh revival
Though there’s message paradox
That beauty comes not in a box
But shines from deep within our soul
Post-modern Barbie, that’s how she roll
Who cares if she still comes in package
I’ll eat up this strange kitschy wreckage
Charm with moral that won’t let up
Wrapped in hot pink frothy getup!!