Created from the rib
Of Corporate America
She is the Eve of destruction
That paints pictures
Of false realities
Makes them move
And places them on tv
For all to see
An endless mirage
But not really
Sort of like the sea
She says
"Jump off the edge
Take a dive
Get to know me
I'm wet and deep….
Buy this new jeep"
She uses sex to sell everything
But censors those who use curse words
What a hypocritical *bleep*
Intelligence is the prude
And ignorance is the freak
She'll blow you
Without taking her out to eat
You might have to spend a little cash
But your happy ending
Will be destructive and neat
Her lovin' can be turned on or off
With the push of a button
She is your entertainment