Sport

Jennie and Katie, Shannon and Hannah,
Don’t breathe until you stick it.
Kirsten and Kayla, and Anna Banana,
That tuck is your ticket,
On a plane to Atlanta.
All you big-dream drama queens,
Just want to be the best,
Velvet feels softer on an empty stomach,
Sequins shine brighter on a skeletal chest.
Everything is turning,
Pretty blue and black,
And all the while you’re trying,
To keep your smile intact.
Harden every fibre in your being,
Give them nothing to subtract.
This is for all the American girls,
Whose scalps have been assaulted,
For amber waves and golden curls.
For purple bruises’ majesties,
Strawberry fields between their legs,
That came from balancing tragedies,
On ridgepoles like chicken eggs
When you lose the coveted control
Which way will you roll?