Ohhh, Plath will kill me for this!

Was chatting online with several people just now - though I really shouldn't right now - and for some reason, Plath's The Applicant hit me, several lines, and I started modifying the words. Here's the original.

And here's mine. It's nothing personal =) Just some random idea. This constitutes plagiarism really...but oh well.

Application

First, is she your sort of person?
Does she wear
A tube, dress or a mini
Braces and a piercing,
Three-inch stilettos or skinny jeans.

Scars to show something’s missing? No, no? Then
How can you give her a thing?
Stop glaring.
Open your hand.
Empty? Empty. Here’s her hand.

To fill her and willing
To promise bread and heart
She’ll do whatever you tell her.
Will you like her?
Is it guaranteed?

Don’t shut your eyes before the end
And dilute the imminent denial.
You’ll make new joy from endings.
I notice you’re stark naked
How about this suit –

Old, worn, but not a bad fit.
Will she like it?
It is waterproof, shatterproof, proof
Against tears and cries through the roof
Believe me, she’ll love you in it.

Now my head, excuse me, is empty.
I have the proof for that.
Come here, sweetie, out of the closet.
Well, what do you make of that?
I’m naked as paper to start

But in twenty-five years she’ll be silver
In fifty, gold.
A living doll, everything for luck.
It can sing, it can fuck,
It can talk, talk, talk.

She’s yours, there’s nothing wrong with her.
You have a hole, she’ll patch you up.
You have an eye, she’s your image.
My boy, you love her
Do you want this, want this, want this.

Like I said, I shouldn't be doing this now! :P