Cocaine laced bottles of "happiness" sedate plastered veneers.
Malicious rumors are the newest form of friendship.
Guess sincerity doesn't make for good company anymore.
Plastic inhancements, to cover insecurities with desirabilty.
And yet mental instability is surpassed as nothing worth worrying about.
No wonder the tabloids have failed to report this years lastest trend;
Eating disorders.
Dollar signs gleem in the eyes of the greedy.
It doesn't matter who you are but what you have to join the elite.
Fast cars, expensive clothing,
only the prestigious are envyed.
[And this is what we crave to aspire too?]
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Prompt: Rockstar by Nickleback
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amazing!
Ooooh I love this! I especially love how you ended it with that question. It's like you've lined up every spoiled elite brat and just went down the line with a big ass bitch slap! I love it.
I get a sense of sarcasm & empathy. It's like you are on the inside & viewing this & realizing that it ain't all its cracked up to be.
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I can relate to this one on a personal level.
This is nicely done . Love your snetiments here.
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