Her little black dress is by Ralph Lauren, <br />her complexion is Lancôme. <br />Estee lauder blushed her lips <br />And Apple made her phone. <br />She loves the feel of Hermes' silk <br />upon her naked skin. <br />Her shoes are Gucci, <br />her bag by Coach. <br />Her perfume is 'my Sin' <br /> <br />Lady Clairol turned her hair <br />the color of ripe wheat. <br />She's a devil wearing Prada <br />who looks good enough to eat. <br />I ponder on this vision <br />And a stray thought makes me laugh: <br />My fiercely independent woman <br />Has been 'branded' like a calf.<br /><br />John F. McCullagh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/branded-12/
