a photoshoot, a cold, cold day
oh, my
oh, my
to act and look a certain way
oh, my
oh, my
and modeling turns out to be
more work than glamor, honestly,
and she had just as soon be free
of all this vapid pleasantry
he sees her posing in the snow
oh, my
oh, my
his thoughts then go where they will go
oh, my
oh, my
and sociologists explain
as erstwhile feminists complain
while guys across the fruited plain
lose everything and risk no gain
connecting with these women who
they do not know but only view
who wish instead they could be seen
as less a picture, more
a human being
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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