There was so much PINK
It looked like a Barbie doll
Factory had exploded from the
Inside out,
And Paris Hilton
Licked it up off the floor
As a child
And she birthed
An evil Stepford Child
And called Her
Victoria's Secret.
Welcome to Miami
And the consumerism
Orgy called
Aventura Mall.
If good witches
Use the number three
Then somewhere
In the world
An equal an opposite
Evil witch
Must use the number
Three…
And they did it
In the Mall!
Three gigantic
Perfume filled,
Neon laced rooms
Filled with
Panties & bras,
From every
Color of the orgy rainbow
Under cherry ice cream
Bubble gum pink
Striped rooms with
Black laced mannequins
Held women from
Every walk of life
In an Evil spell,
To shop…
To blow money
On stuff to make them
Feel good,
About themselves…
THAT much PINK
Is against my religion!
I run away…
But 3 days in a row
My parents drag me back
To the Evil lands
Of Aventura…
Where they walk
Their Chihuahuas
In their own basinets!
Studded with rhinestones
And pink leather…
Of course!
The great god
Of Presents
Presides over his court,
And his minions
And villages
Are at ever intersection
Covered in fake white
Innocence…
The children stand in lines
All over the place,
To ride the train of consumerism
In their baby gap or Ambercombie
Gear… which here
Is considered
Slumming it,
If it's not in studded
“Crystal” and
a New York Unique
designer artist created it.
Please God
Not again!
There is something
Frighteningly soulless
Here.
I can't wrap my mind around it
The PINK has worked
Some spell…
Some numbness,
People from foreign lands
Are shopping
Like it's some Disneyland…
God save us all!
Witches weave some
Counterspell… to PINK
The spending
Felt like it was
Killing good and kind souls…
And some how
We have to find another way
Than death by shopping
For PINK…
