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High Life

It must be so nice

to be cold as ice

and live with a heart of stone.

No need to think twice

in a fools paradise

when your head is so overblown.

 

Existing so high

you can touch the sky

from your pillar of ivory and gold.

Everyday you lie

just to pacify

an ego which can't be controlled.

 

You don't play fair

nor do you care

who's heart you might break next.

Another sordid affair

caught in your snare,

treating women like they are objects.

 

You made love a joke

with vows you broke,

that golden ring is sure to rust.

One day you'll choke

on fallacies you spoke,

then your empire to fall to dust.

 

And looking down on all

like you're 12 feet tall

does not make you the bigger man.

Laughing as they fall,

watching them crawl,

forgetting where your own life began.

 

Just keep living in excess,

desperate to impress,

surround yourself with cool ****

Cause what you possess

when dead from stress

in a few years, won't matter one bit.

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MeanAileen
121 / F
Published
Jul 13, 2018
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