My name's Ken and I like men.

But the people at Mattel,
home that I call hell,
are somewhat bothered by my queer proclivities.
It's safe to say that they are really pissed at me.

They always stick me
with Barbie.
But I want them to know
I pray for GI Joe, but any able-bodied man would surely do
for someone to love since i am not set up to screw.

Black Barbie, you know she used to talk to me.
Now she'd rather be
in plastic therapy sitting on a plastic couch speaking freely.
The only problem is she has no history.

Someday soon
I'll be in your childs room.
And I'll be forced to kiss
Barbie's plastic tits,
and I will hate myself but what's more, I'll hate you
for not allowing me to love as I wish to.

See, I'm your corporate toy, cursed to bring you joy.
Through divorce or death,
I'll just hold my breath and play along
your daughter's not to blame at all
for bringing these burdens upon a doll.

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