Poem: Destiny's Child Dream

I have this recurring dream lately: I try to tell a fan of the band Destiny’s Child that there can be no musical merit within a group of singing ladies so eager to describe their own bodies as “Bootylicious”.

The young fan retorts, “you’re just jealous because you’re not Bootylicious!” And it is true; I am not. Say “La Vie” (or whatever it is you’re supp…