Unoriginal Sin, or The Fashion Victim

She never stood a chance

Against advertisements,

Not because of sexism

or Avenue Madison,

Her mom's shopping addiction

or Disnified fiction
(although they ain't helpin'!)

When Eve chafed against the collar,

Bit deep into the vice that called her,

and really made the serpent holler,

She started wishing Adam

Was, oh, three inches taller.

But Adam wished that Eve

Had lighter, softer, clearer skin

...and then the fix was in.