Accessory to a Crime

They swan about like movie stars;

Clothes expensive, drive flash cars.

They hang around in trendy places;

Designer drugs, cosmetic faces.

But look behing the beguiling mirage,

Behind the enticing, rich facade

You will find no heart, no mind, no soul;

A deep, gloomy darkness, a grim, empty hole.

 

You won’t speak to me,

I don’t wear Armani,

You fraternise with Gliterrati.

You go to health spas

With the girls from wine bars

As your life continues its glorious farce.

 

They are careful followers…

Of the latest fashions,

From dresses to gossip to…

Political passions.

Why do you go to an anti-war march,

When on a map you can’t find Iraq?

They know nothing save the latest rages

And how to get access to Daddy’s wages.

 

You won’t speak to me

I don’t wear Armani

You fraternise with

The Glitterati

You go to health spas

With the girls from the wine bars

As your life continues

Its glorious farce

 

In time, they will find some poor sap of a man

To earn the money  that they snatch from his hand.

Their loveless marriage brings a spoilt little kid

Repeating the cycle of existence invalid.

 

So perhaps this is why

They don’t look you in the eye

When putting you down, disdainful,

No expected reply.

  

You won’t speak to me

I don’t wear Armani

You fraternise with

The Glitterati

This is the reply from all the guys,

Fed up with your attitude, your views, your lies,

‘Cos in the end you lie to yourself

When you associate your happiness with your wealth.

The purpose of this strongly-worded invective

Is to give you a sense of real perspective.

 

Bitch.