Look: have you seen the Miley Cyrus photographs? Have you seen them? Seriously. SERIOUSLY. Look. I’m not going to post them here, because they are too disturbing. The girl is fifteen! Fifteen! I was disturbed enough when she said she wanted to write her memoirs (because doesn’t that imply something naughty? I mean, let’s be honest, creative nonfiction people. You say “memoir” when you want to write about how great you are at the indoor sports, even if that’s the creative part), but when she took these borderline porn photographs with obvious sexual context and connotation? No. No, no, no. Here is my plea to Miley Cyrus’ parents: please, guys. Seriously. SERIOUSLY. Look.
This is too disturbing. It’s making my nerves bad tonight. Yes, bad. Here is a photograph of Courtney Love to
calm my nerves. Nobody, not even the rain, has more cake.
In the below poem, I satisfy two requests: one, from my dear friend of fashion/fashionable friend, who requested a Miley poem. Two, from Zelda’s prompt of fashion/fashionable prompt, the menswear one, requiring us to write in a form we’ve never tried before. Oh, it’s the end of NaPoWriMoFa/FaNaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month of Fashion/Fashionable National Poetry Writing Month). Oh, yes it is.
On the Occasion of Miley Cyrus’ Vanity Fair Photo Shoot
It was just WRONG.
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Thank you, Vivienne. Oh, thank you for putting into the poetry my Miley angst. angst. angst.
“swift-severed seal” — egads — You really know how to knock a poem home!
“good girl gone to bed hair” — yes yes yes!
Miley is well a good girl gone bad…she will be on one of those where are they now shows..it will say “in rehab”