i think it was set to yellow

I saw a man once,
writing slowly, drawing each letter carefully-
spelling out the word, Perfect


and
once behind the plexiglass wall of a bus stop overhang
I saw an advertisement that read
BLONDE IS GOD
and the model was thin- and her skin was enhanced by zeros and ones-
and I was entranced by her.
and she was GOd
and she was made to be beautiful.
and she was made out of beautiful.
(-if you're in to those sorts of things)

and then, on my way home I passed by the place again and her picture was gone
and instead was the image of a raven haired beauty-
busty and lustsome with bedroom eyes
and she looked at me and said,
I AM EVERYTHING
and smiled, adding bluntly,
BUY MY BODY AND DRINK MY BLOOD.
I gazed upon her airbrushed breasts and breathed,
No, 
I refuse you,
BLONDE IS GOD
and bleach touch-up foam, Our Savior.
and Sex is God
and the Natick Mall is my favorite place to be
and I love you.

and I am i
and barely . -
and
YOU ARE EVERYTHING
and I will always adore you.
and

everything i have ever done, becomes quantified in this, tell me how to be beautiful- tell me how to be worthless-  tell me- 



once, behind the plexiglass wall of a bus stop overhang
I saw an advertisement that read
BLONDE IS GOD