Bone Machine

They are the bone machines.
The elite, a special breed. They are svelte and lithe,
Their hip bones are sharpened.
They are the consumers of couture and carrot sticks. 
They are the thieves of the scandalous glare. 
They will come first, as they always have. 
They will walk in front, razor hips slicing side to side. 
They have french tip pedicures, and highlighted blond heads. 
Perfect faces and fake eyelashes. 
They wear bikinis and get invited to dance in the cages. 
They are the Ashleys the Megans the Brittanys, 
they are the Tiffanys
They say "Do you have this in a smaller size?". 
They pass on the cake