beauty pageants for little girls

in the sea of lipstick & matching eyeliner
you need to check your hands quickly---
oh watchers of beauty pageants for little girls
it just might be that you never really
developed those thumbs like the
rest of us---
as those of us who have been riding that popular wave called
evolution
tend to avoid these disgusting parades of
ridiculous exploitation.

if it isn’t clear to you
that those who dress up their little girls
(as if they were vegas tramps strutting their stuff
auctioning off their genitalia like it was going out of
fashion)
should be dragged out into the street
tarred & feathered at best
& then strapped in chairs like alex in
“a clockwork orange”
for the remaining duration of their utterly abhorrent
existence,
then you should probably go straight to the nearest mirror
& stretch those eyes open with your own
thumb & index
to check out
just what kind of psycho you are.

are you the jealous kind whose own parents didn’t tell you that you yourself were
pretty,
so now you need to generate a younger attempt at gaining aesthetic approval from the
society of cretins foaming at the mouth?
or perhaps you might be a molester in the making
whose carnal need to chew up an innocent is growing by the
hour?

and the pageant mom sits there
with so much work done on herself that she rivals that of
cher---
she comments to the other lady lunatics
that her daughter’s fake tan really brings out the highlights in the
extensions that they got together a few days ago---
oh yes, how she
“glows”---
and father sits there with one hand rubbing his prick through his pants
(can’t wait till’ she gets a little older)
while pointing the other at the stage ranting
that if she screws up her dance routine this time
when they all get home
she will practice it until her little feet bleed
&
as the whole horror marches on
hillary goes to another country
outside the empire to lecture them on women’s rights
considering herself a representative of
“western civilization.”