Glamorous

A Poem

Photo by Arsham Haghani from Pexels

party planner babes, fickle whims of elite songs,
the rich get richer while the poor get sunk,
and we’re dancing under disco balls from another era

gotta keep up with that Jones son and his brothers,
those suited-up boys with no class to claim
even while they’re worshipping heroes they’ll never be

glammed-up honey, what’s your damage?
did you ever think you’d be riding high in the clouds
on some private jet from that guy you call daddy?

gotta keep up with those social streams of champagne —
all those problems made for worse-off countries
while we strip down rain forests for our party dresses

hey, girl, did you get that memo or tweet or tok
where you looked like a woman gone mad
with your make-up smeared for every camera?

gotta keep up with those influencing feeds
and their oh-so-pretty trends and ads
selling us a future we’ll never see

hey, boys, want a good time beyond your screen —
or are you ruined for any 3D girl who won’t bow
and bend for your every…