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.
I love the comparison to paper. Do those people have a rich inner world, or does everything balance on their outward appearance. Very cool.
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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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