If Bizarro Sporty really wants to make a good first impression on her boss, if she believes in the product she's pushing, don't be afeared. I, the true Our Sporty Spice am tuned-in, turned-on, and a drop-out? I am such a drop-out, so much down-and-out, that homeless men look like sell-outs next to me.
Someone. Someone stand next to me.
8/15/07
EXCITING WHITE
In a pantry,
In a parlour,
In a dug-out shelled on all sides.
In a good mood, on a crying jag,
On the deck, at the railing,
On the way to Mecca.
On drugs, of a type,
Of a well-off family,
Of nothing at all.
We stride down your street.
We stand outside your house.
In the street at dusk.
We linger.
We kiss.
Lights flash on!
In a parlour,
In a dug-out shelled on all sides.
In a good mood, on a crying jag,
On the deck, at the railing,
On the way to Mecca.
On drugs, of a type,
Of a well-off family,
Of nothing at all.
We stride down your street.
We stand outside your house.
In the street at dusk.
We linger.
We kiss.
Lights flash on!
POSH vs SPORTY!
In a supertown on a, I guess, mesa, Posh and I are photographed for the cover of Please Kill Me Weekly. Luckily we find the secret elevator, down to the Carlsbad Caverns where we attempt successfully a fistfight which Posh wins.
At the end of this ordinary day we collapse into a stack of fur coats. We wake up on a jet over the Pacific Ocean.
At the end of this ordinary day we collapse into a stack of fur coats. We wake up on a jet over the Pacific Ocean.
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