Designer clothes, glittering cars, A million buck fragrance, Costly drink at the bars, Flying in chartered planes, Your so called stars , Celebs at the parties, Smoking cigars .
Oh, you like calling it high society ? Then please do, mister, I can take facts with ease. I've been a slave to it, since so long, I know how ******* high it is.
Effin brats of billionaire dads, Acting cool with pricey ****, ******* roaming in alluring rags, All slaves like me, of tempting fads.
This piece may seem ******, but I need the reader to know that it's from the characters perspective. Someone who has wasted years in vices, and has now come to realize that things can't be changed much from thereon.