Classless

Don’t you know who you are? The face is not thine alone
You come from a long line your disregard forgets
Those who built your name for honor they fought and won
It was not placed in your hand to be squandered simple one

Your looks what waste when ignorance is there found
You took privilege and threw it to the ground
This noble name a standard once held now lost and bound
Take it to prison bars will train give voice to losses refrain others it will prove sound

Money poured out without discretion is not wealth
You show by action and deed your true health
Fixed by the stars in ancient realms they to wore a garland wreath
History could have been your guide waste all that is left to bequeath

Your story now a sad read just a marred edition
You have given the words to a sad rendition
Poor little rich girl you seem to keep with tradition
Wasted moments spell lost hours what a contradiction

We all have so few days they are precious and golden
A sacred trust that should make us always beholden
You defame the family name that richly lies broadly unfolded
Go back to you heritage their you will find the loss and know what you sold