Words arranged through other’s egos
Plethora of personal shop windows
Designed by one who loves ego most
Reproduced on a sickening scale
Pictures show worthless lies
All tailored for sex.
Perhaps they will grow to learn; or Die?
One of which I know will occur first.
A life like this is all but life
Existing in cruise ship grandiose
Lost in narcissism; who pays when you are a whore
Whose biggest customer is yourself?
Others feed on your looks and holes
What are you to them really?
They most certainly aren’t feeding on your mind.
Success is gauged by a bias meter
Measuring your ability to rely
Physical attributes; a smoke screen alike;
Your life but a cheap end flight
Buy your ticket! Wait in line , bland is the word of the day.
When the flight is over make way for the next
Pray your not on there when the shit crashes.
Isn’t that what you all worry? That you’ll be there,
To see how you turn out?
It’s best you continue to sleep
You would wake to find your angels and demons never were
Who would lead you then? The plane was on autopilot,
The whole damn time.