Bubbles

He'd scour the morning post
For the next invite
He knew the other luvvies
A shining social star
No clever conversation
Just mwah and mwah and mwah
He wore the finest clothes
And expensive jewellery too
He swam in circles high above
The likes of me and you
Himself and other climbers
A clique with some finesse
Where they got their money
Is anybody's guess
Then one day it happened
The parties all dried up
No Mortland cigarettes
And no Bolly for his cup
So climber threw his own
In his swanky bachelor pad
It would be the finest soirée
His 'friends' had ever had
But it came to nothing
It was his greatest fear
As all the other climbers
Had had the same idea
Perfecting his air kisses
The hours ticked slowly by
Telling stories to the mirror
Of who he knew and why
He drank and smoked for ages
Waiting for a call
Instead of social scaling
He was climbing up the wall
So with yellow sticky fingers
And with bubbles in his head
The only thing he's climbing
Is the wooden hill to bed
So if you're a social climber
Just before your party ends
Remember, coming down
Life's no good without true friends...