Real good
and good real,
feeling ill,
like the Beastie Boys
used to spill.
Gonna get a manly
mani-pedi and then eat some cookies,
and read a book because
I am modern,
and more over,
I don't give a flying damn.
I am too shazzy
for my own good,
especially on confident mornings
like October 8th
when showers are good
and mirrors are slimming.
I live for inches
but I fight for feet.