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Thursday, April 05, 2012
 
REALLY, GWYNETH?

Perfect in a way that does not inspire hand-release,
your on-screen suicide will be stunning in Blu-Ray.
This yoga pose is called the blonde courtesan.
Your on-screen suicide will be worth it in pay-per-view.
Your theatrical legacy is a futile enterprise.
This is the part where you simper, lisp a seduction,
a showpiece, a powerful monologue about hope.
I’ll always remember your head in the box.
Your theatrical legacy is a solemn endeavor,
perfect in a way that does not inspire hand-release.
Your theatrical legacy is a tiresome exercise,
tantric showcase, tactile consort.
This is the part where you simper, lisp a seduction.
This yoga pose is called lazy-eyed princess.
This is the part where you simper, whisper, golden statuette,
perfect in a way that does not inspire hand-release,
such stagecraft, a powerful monologue about hope,
tantric showcase, this yoga pose is called my mother the Quaker.
I’ll always remember your head in the box,
a showpiece, a powerful monologue about hope.
I’ll always remember your head in the box,
and this yoga pose is called seven the hard way.
Perfect in a way that does not inspire hand-release,
tantric showcase, tactile consort,
a showpiece, a powerful monologue about business, cooking.
This yoga pose is called the soulless performance.
This is the part where you simper, lisp a seduction,
but don’t ever dress up like a man again.
You’re a showpiece, a powerful monologue about hope.