To dress up a lie; one must never forget Mr. Mac and Cover Girl shades to mask them big black beautiful eyes! Not to worry tough…them skin tight britches hides your children(S) name(S) as known as ‘THE’ STRETCH MARK STITCHES (from sea to shining seas). The red lipstick shades over ALL the men(S) you’ve been kissing. The cleavage showing; mask the breast loads of sorrows and the entire NOT sew knowing nothing… that your garments harbor. The 8-inch stilettos heighten the lies from 4 foot 2, to the 6 ft. 9 plain-view disguise. Dressed to kill…Ain’t a hard pill to swallow when the apparel is rented, stolen; let loaned borrowed. Go-on girl-strike a pose…awe yeah-SNAP! Naw 2-snaps!! Vogue knows. Vogue, sho nuff knows her designer’s lying one of a kind$. Baby you got swag. Do you have one in my size? Size 2. I swear (pinky crossed-but imma try it on for size anyhow-An’ squeeze into it too…LOL)! Just sayin; just sayin…Awe shucks I ain’t playin!! But… I too wanna hide my futuristic lies. And from where I sit…the Red Carpet knows just what to do to change a cunning size 9 into a voluptuous size 2.
And the “BEST DRESS” award goes to:
Drum(mond) roll please………………………………………
None other than……………………………………………….
YOU!
Dedicated to: PLEASE RSVP @ (412) Per-fect.
Date: November 16, 3017
Time: 12:00 MidLight
Place: Back to the future
Adults only.
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A RocDeeRay Poem
