Supermodel

Prepubescent imagery.

Empty, stupid eyes.

Waif thin.

Tyrannical.

No fat.

No body hair.

No character, no love, no personality -

no brain.

So thin, and yet...

so thick.

By your anodyne complicity

in this gruesome stereotype

you connive

in the corporate enslavement of your sisters

- anorexia, bulimia, self-loathing, fear.

They aspire to be like you

- an unnatural creation of capital -

and wreck their bodies in the process,

destroy their fertility,

tear apart their lives.

But hang on a minute?

Not my place to talk about that?

I'm a man, what do I know?

You're just trying to earn a living?

What I'm saying has been said before?

OK.

But when the football blokes look

and make some expected remark

I'm supposed to join in.

I'm supposed to fancy you -

or pretend to.

Well, I don't.

And I won't.

More than that.

You revolt me.

You give me an inversion.

It's quite simple really.

I just don't desire a stupid adman's toy

styled to look like a prepubescent girl

- a real ‘babe' -

there in the tabloid

next to the lurid description

of Gary Glitter's downfall.

I love a real woman.

I won't buy the product you advertise.

I won't watch your latest film.

I'm not interested in your poxy TV series

I'll never set foot in that bloody car

and I hate you.

I know I should just ignore you, or feel sorry for you

but I hate you

and your fashionist masters

bringers of misery

destroyers of individuality

harbingers of despair.

Women and men:

Riot against diet!

Sod the microchip revolution -

let's have a fish ‘n' chip one!

Cream bun chocolate cream bun chocolate

lard lard sag aloo beer beer beer!

Riot against diet!

Smash fashionism!

Say goodbye to Hello!

Make Cosmopolitan....cosmopolitan!

Let's have a real woman's realm!

Take over the curry house

Fill your freezer full of ice cream

Live

Love

Get real!