Thank you for the unnecessary purchase. I am here to serve and look vapid. Soon, your life will become mine.
My purpose will become clouded, you will constantly supply the fog.
At first, I accompany you with self-fulfillment, yes, I aim to please.
Then dust starts to form. There is a doll prettier than me. You see the cracks and flaws in my skin.
It is time for something new. All the memories start to fade, as you trade me in.
Now I am trash, soon to become another man’s antique.
He sees me as something that can weather a storm. The cracks are beauty marks that show my struggle and strength.
He says, “Let me show you this beauty that I’ve got! The other man let her go!”
Now I am more than just property.
Not something to show off to spectators for validity.