This one was inspired by the constant battery of perfume advertisements that seems to accompany the winter holiday season. The images of women who look like they have been lobotomized or seriously drugged as they float through wispy clouds and satin drapery. Ooo, la la.
Living with hunger
She’s learned to live with hunger
and shoes that cause her pain.
“She’s every man’s desire.”
Oh, not that crap again!
You can see her on the TV
and in posters on the street,
but she doesn’t look like
any living woman you might meet.
Now she whispers to the camera.
She’s only wearing gauze.
Your eyes are glazing over, darling.
Here’s a cloth to wipe your jaw.
It’s just an advertisement.
She’s a phantom, my dear man!
Come serve the goddess in your household.
That is… if you still can.
Poolside Laureate 
A great little poem, pslaureate! And the last verse is very true to life. Life would be brighter if we women could really see the goddesses we are and therefore only accept men in our lives who could recognise the goddess at home. Who knows? That might (probably would) solve the marketing misconceptions we mostly all blindly accept. Well done!
Thank you nija360! I agree.