29 October 2012
Masquerading plastic faces, Snide remarks and playing aces, Deep down, all of them are hags, With crossbred doggies in their bags.
A glare, a laugh, sarcastic wit, Of their decency: 'play dead', 'sit,' Haha(god), you are sooo sooo funny, All they live for's pride and money.
Street cred on the credit card, Humanity has long since jarred, They all pretend to get along, Their morals mix up right and wrong.
With them, a word is worth a pound, For every pound can buy a sound, There's meaning in a la, la, la, Those in their Bourgeois Shrangi-La.
Bourgeois Shrangi-La • Opuss № I