that swanky stuff it displays
make me get no shrewdness
this bloody phony word it says
drive me into madness
it aint fruitful
it even can't be swell
for its complacency walks in glare
for its superficiality beams as hell
it's not a make-believe
how can it be awe-inspiring?
it's not a blamed infatuation
why am I drowning in this ground of inanity?
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