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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 With 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
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Apr 20, 2017
Apr 20, 2017 at 7:08 PM UTC
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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 With 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
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Apr 20, 2017
Apr 20, 2017 at 7:08 PM UTC
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