Kardash-ion
Fashion?
Material possession of
Weezus-like
Man-sion.
Reality Plague,
feeding the guise,
The vague.
Making up your mind;
how great it is to live,
that life of
"Sublime"
Guilty America,
your void of
Reality,
Your remote control fatality.
Snap, Crackle, Pop -
There goes the
morality.
Royals,
but with no heirs,
Crowns bought
Only for stares;
But who is to blame?
Not just them.
We tune in,
everyday
We watch their every
whim.
Desperate,
That's for sure.
No invite to their fancy parties,
We sit on the other side of the glass fence,
Salivating Heartily.
With Hunger Games Revere,
Keeping score,
Personal responsibility
clear,
(This is what I fear).
Like boxers in the ring,
Who takes the belt,
(Measured in bling!)
Or Fox Fur Pelt.
BRAVO!
You've done it again.
Managed to escape
The world
You live
In.
