Dating a headless Barbie

My friend started dating this headless Barbie doll. The poor thing is self conscious about her headlessness and tries to compensate for it. We tell her that making eye contact is overrated. We say we don’t mind masticating food and then spitting it into her open esophagus.

A Cavalcade of Anxiety – a participatory poem (add a stanza or two)

colony collapse
restless legs
identity theft
tainted eggs

leaded Barbie
cancer genes
home invasion
tainted greens