Mud Flap Girl on Being a Hot Commodity
You should’ve known better, boys, than to try
to keep me down. I’m a streetwise franchise,
recently promoted to pink. And why
shouldn’t I diversify? Visualize
prototype over archetype, I’m done
with witch whore virgin mother may I please
take ten leaps of social evolution
where I’ll rally my contemporaries:
a punk rock astronaut, an ingénue
bassoonist, roller derby scientists
and fashionistas who know what to do
with this year’s die-cut neo-feminist.
Any girl will go far when flaunting me
on her belt, her purse, or her glitter tee.
