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Modern Society
Pretty girls,
And pretty boys,
With IQs equivalent,
To those of plastic toys.
And what do we do now?
Define cool;
The in crowd,
With the good looks,
Their parents so proud.
And for what reason?
Football practice,
And parties late at night,
Hoping no one finds out,
Their not all that polite,
And why do we care?
The put downs,
And the rejection,
The others try to fit in,
Mimicking their displays of affection.
And why should we?
The tiny outfits,
And the golden rings,
Wealth has never been more attractive,
With all these frilly things.
And are we supposed to follow the trends?
Designer clothes,
And only the best shoes,
All that really matters,
Is they get their next fix of booze.
And then why do we idolize them?
And with all the glamour,
And all the fame,
Oh, the beautiful corruption,
Loves become a game.
And since when was it not?
And plastic whores,
Horny teens,
Trying stuff,
They see in magazines.
And why must we watch?
Their bright red lipstick,
And innocent smirk,
They know everyone,
Right down to the last jerk.
And why do we even try to follow their lead?
So all thats left,
Their legend intact,
And people memorize it,
Right down to the last fact.
And this is what we've become.
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