CATWALK QUEEN

The Borkowski poet in residence on Naomi Campbell’s community service clearing garbage in New York after assaulting her housemaid last year.

She’s a catwalk queen
famed for punching servants out.
She’s a solipsist;
it’s her creed and she’s most devout.
She’s Monroe mixed with Daffy Duck,
she’s capable of carnage
but she must still look sexy
when she’s sorting through the garbage.

She’s a catwalk queen
and in bubbles of unreality
she’s lived a life of privilege
far out from normality.
She’s spiked her life in Streatham
on a pair of heels from Louboutin.
She’s an expert at looking glorious
and at swiftly putting the boot in.

She’s a catwalk queen
forced to serve her sentence
cleaning New York toilets out,
but do you think she’ll find repentance
in the sort of dirty bin bag
that she thought she’d left behind?
Or is her catwalk mask
far too ingrained and defined?