Kill Your Idols

Mild mannered and delicate to the touch,
we are the faces you envy day after day,
beautiful to know, love to hate,
we are the dolls you strive to be.
Pale flesh, bright eyes and impeccable smiles,
we are the pretties, we are the untouchables
and we are the inconceivable notions.
Row upon row,
we sit like the good girls we emulate.
In the window, lives on display,
we sit and wait,
never aging, but remaining perfect.
We are the dolls, and you will never break us,
we are what you strive for and
you
will
never
kill
your idols.

2/22/07