Ken Plans a Visit to Toys R’ Us
Your long beautiful legs, candy kiss smile—almost too perfect. My million-dollar valentine, your ideas of perfection were far from flawless. Voicemails unanswered, I stopped by Wednesday, after work to find your lifeless body, buried up to your blonde shoulders in the Easy-Bake oven. Oh, my sweet, sweet Barbie, whose life were you really living, anyway? Your sherbet-pink jeep parked in the dream house garage, forever and ever and ever.
How will I ever replace you?
Appears in Pink-X-Ray
