Two petite pretties
pranced before me
paragons of the
impoverished society
that values surface
over depth.

The dancing debutantes
dangled their dangerous
and dubious dispositions
directly in front of me.

Enter stage bad boy
blustering buffoon
with a silver spoon
so far up his ***
he spewed silver polish
on his nice Polish pants.

Cash in hand
he passed around
his affluences
like it was influenza
vomiting vague
platitudes with
so much attitude
as if he had
anything valid to say.

But this crowd was rapt
by the vapid vocalist.
He drank expensive ****
to prove he was valid;
No valor just vain vagaries
on display to frustrate me
greatly.

They celebrated the success of a
failing millionaire who was premade
by the fortune that his father made
to bail him out of all of his mistakes.
As he played society like a broken violin
I was trying to bring talented art back in
but society placed me in the trash bin
before I could even begin
to purge the poison
the incurably incurious
perpetuators of
shallowness.

So I bow out of this
cause I thought
we were working together
to make each other’s life better
but it turns out I was
running a race
I did not even know about.