Let the public vote! no mind beats in the vacant chest of that malleable coy mistress
how can we call it
projected onto those guardians of our childish hearths
the Lares and Penates of the Pink World?
Love does not bend unless it’s plastic:
worth unknown but price precise, with discount, tax and shipping
Barbie’s not Time’s fool: her fuchsia lips and cheeks
blanche only to fashion’s dictate
and alter to match the marketing brief
– even to the edge of taste and decorum
Ken dallied with the Toys
while Barbie surfed the dating game
now he’s asking us to choose for her
what hope do our full-sized selves have if elections determine love?