Big car,
status symbol.
On the prowl,
ready to mingle.
Bleached teeth,
dyed hair.
Never short of
something to wear.
Latest phone,
new cologne.
A real pretender
to the throne.
Insecure and afraid,
all of it’s a big charade.
Money can’t buy
what you need.
Someone to love,
that’s guaranteed.
The 50 year old poet 