She's been tuning her chakras,
While balancing her aura
And practicing vegetarianism,
Standing up for animal rights
As her latest fashion statement,
Surrounded by effeminate and gay men,
Who pay her countless compliments--
And I'm reminded of Madonna,
Once a talented singer,
Now obsessed with Kabbalah--
She is obsessed with surroundings
That harmonize with the shallowness
Of her love and her life
And her androgynous sexuality
Of casual bisexual encounters--
And she has seen God in her
Latest orgasm, while washing
The dishes and cleaning the toilet,
And she's determined to be the
Best mother possible, while
Becoming impossible to her daughter,
And she lies and puts on appearances
For everyone and for herself,
Not knowing who she is or what
She has become, but constantly
Trying to control what others
Think of her--and God forbid
They discover her various
Misdeeds and improprieties--
And so she lives like some
Wound-up toy, pretending to smile
And not to have any feelings
Except the sugar-coated love
That she sprinkles on everyone
Like a Hollywood faerie--
Saying I love you, love you, love you
A thousand times--
As if it means more if you keep
Saying it over and over...
But I have learned that all
Her life is an act, covering up
Insecurities with lies,
Lies and more lies,
Going back to the memories
Of a fragile little girl
That was abandoned
Long ago.
August 15, 2006