Monday Musings: Snob


Walk with your nose in the air

hips swaying to your imaginary

song you swear is there.


You have smile that’s painted

but I can see the creases in your

forehead that can’t be erased.


I wonder if I cut you open

if I’d find another world

or if it’d be like cutting paper.


Dye your hair the latest trend,

cake on your fake face,

slide the plastic over the counter,

and pretend to wait.


6 thoughts on “Monday Musings: Snob

  1. Pretty much described a one dude I met when I lived in California as a teen. Had everything materialistic he could have wanted, but nothing he would truly value past a dollar sign, and temporarily adoration from his peers. Kinda like a pop-up book; flat from the outside when closed, and inside some possible depth when opened. Very nice poem I gotta say.

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