Miming our pretentious airs,
we sit on plush and padded chairs-
Our faces clothed in wreaths of smiles,
our bodies in designer styles.
Muttering Dystopian curses,
our credit cards in Kate Spade purses
With thin ideals and narrow minds,
we go about our daily grinds.
Never knowing just outside our sphere
of useless thought and crippling fear
Life is lived with great rejoice
in simple ways and joyous voice.