Forgive me for saying that I never wish to amend
Or even falsely pretend
That I want to be your buddy, pal or even colleague
For your mouth fails to intrigue
It’s not that you’re boring
Because you are forever exploring
The world around
As you left the westbound
But it’s your lack of compassion
Which soils social fashion
A menagerie of fake poses and selfie facade
Always looking for a clap and an applaud
Showing off what you don’t possess
Posing with another person’s success
Vegas made you a self-centered bitch
But there’s a glitch
In your disillusioned universe
The devil holds the key to a greedy perverse
You use others to thirst your blinded ambition
With a cheap exhibition
Wake up and snap out of it
You little hypocrite