Slick hipster takes candid shots that look pro. Slick hipster was expecting it. She knew she’d be photographed this morning. She practiced that expression in the mirror. That one reveals too much. That one reveals too little. That one’s too bland. That one’s too shocking. That one’s perfect! It’s just right. And then slick hipster chose her outfit. Gucci. Jacobs. Versace. Dior. McCartney. Miu. Sui. Mixed in with a little thrift-store rag and tag. Hmm… That one reveals too much. That one reveals too little. That one’s too bland. That one’s too shocking. That one’s perfect! It’s just right. Nothing more. Nothing less.
Slick actor is in all the right movies. Saying just the right thing, at just the right time. Never stumbling. Never at a loss for words. Look! Slick actor’s in a adventure-romance! In an action-thriller! In a comedy-horror! He has great abs. She has great tits. He has great arms. She has great hair. Slick actor’s male. Slick actor’s female. But the same attire nevertheless. The custom made attire. The one that fits so perfectly. Not baggy. Not tight. Just right. Nothing more. Nothing less.
Slick writer writes and re-writes, over and over and over. Writing just the right thoughts. On just the right topics. In just the right books. To just the right people. Slick writer doesn’t use a semicolon. Or an exclamation mark. Slick writer get’s paid a ton to write so slickly. And so slick writer writes. Slick writer writes so… good. So… cool. And in just the right words. Nothing more. Nothing less.
Slick band’s on all the top music charts. Playing rap. Playing rock. Playing pop. Playing slick music that doesn’t skip a beat. And slick drummer never breaks his sticks. Slick guitarist never breaks a string. Slick singer never misses a note. She runs around the stage, yet still sings just… right. Hitting the notes just… right. Nothing more. Nothing less.
Everything’s so damn slick.
Give me the awkward pauses. The bad hair days. The face-covering zits. Give me the baggy-eyes. The food stains. The crooked teeth. Give me the nail-biters. The foot-tappers. The eye-twitchers. Give me the obese. The malnourished. The friendless. Give me the bad endings. The unresolved. The worse-offs.
Just, give me truth… in all it’s imperfections.
I can handle it.
photo credit: Helga Weber