A sign of desperation Of envy, of misery, of dejection Of hopeless yearning for nothing lifelong, As almost everyone can barely notice.
Worldly desires, oh futility! Images of true vainglory Captives of fake reality Stuck in their reverie Of exaltation and flattery Fishing for praises so badly Insensitively, so unrelentingly Without a thought or two.
What do you hear? What do you see?
These people sound so thirsty Of approval and regard and dignity Capricious predisposition, tomfoolery!
Looking for love and delight For honor and respect and might For grandeur and luxury For anything but worthless beauty, For a way not to be left behind or aside. What a surrealistic find!
Amuse me; let the world drool for thee, But like a century-long malady, Such an absolutely incurable affliction It is nothing but merely, purely, Just as trivial as this poetic entry, **Vanity.