Spoiled
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Your shelter, Your illusion
coldblooded, halfhearted
this eternal masquerade
You are wasted rotten
with mirrors gold;
reflections twisted,
subconscious mold,
ice-cold camaraderie.
The table stays
the wood is grey
a light sull yellowed
tingy yellow brown
when on the bench
the hobo sleeps
the homo weeps
the political correctness steeps
and for weeks and weeks
This is to the kids who can afford CDs,
And designer clothes, new cars, and
Extra TVs
Actually, praise their parents who spoil their kids to death,
Because they'd rather keep them occupied and
Peers and youth clatter and clank
Minds nearly filled with blank
Always looking so fine and swank
A job and work a threat or a prank
Parents diving into their savings bank
Education issomething all of us agree is important.Yet all over the world and in places we dare not gomany are ignorant without it.The lower class, African Americans, and women
Béyonce you wish you were me,
Strutting in my Luis V.
You think you're as bad as can be,
But hey I got my Céline with me.
Paris made, London born,
Baby got that foreign form.
You built me up, up to the clouds
In my throne, as I looked down
At all the faces that stood below
Just to keep me as your little girl.
Kept me there safe and protected
