There exists a parallel world.
One of bling and luxury,
One lived to make others envious,
Burdened only by their first world problems.
Oh the blitz and glamour,
Sparkle and wine,
Food and luxury,
Yet empty minded souls and starved bodies.
So superficial, it makes them sick,
Nevertheless, they keep chasing more.
Clothes of silk and mighty shine,
Smelling cold and of all things mean.
The sheer looks filled with pride and glout,
Dismissing even the shadow of the lowly.
Fake and malicious smiles at those around,
Their minds talking trash about each other.
Oh the power they think they possess,
Traveling in elite style,
Wearing the tiara of panache,
They call themselves…. beautiful people!!!
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