hearty sonnet
`fashion was your God.
you worshipped those Balenciaga and Tommy Hilfiger shoes
and those flashy gold watches.
you allowed those things to make you a greedy fiend
that feeds on snobbish minds that think wine
is far below their drinking beverage.
you live in a fanciful world filled with glitz and glamour,
cruising in your Ferrari F80 with no sympathy
for the less fortunate, letting designer clothes
go through your thick skull.
i don’t know why you can’t snap out of this
bright superstar fantasy dream
it’s turning you into a selfish brat that has oniomania.
please realize that all the money you possess
will drift away like green leaves from a tree
or an innocent life drowning from a boat capsize
and when all those gold jewels are gone
where will you rest your head at night?
you can’t buy those things anymore or pay those mortgages
but then you go and lie to your friends
and say, “welp i had a power shortage.”
you can’t rewind time; it’s too late to find another God—
the true and living God that’s greater than any fashion
that man has ever designed.
don’t even bother to knock at those upper echelon doors
they will call their security and escort you from the premises
because your value to them is worse than a gnat
they swat with a bug zapper from China.`
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