The Social Climber

My first real attempt at Poetry

The Social Climber

Hey, Billy Boy!

I like the new fashion

I like your trendy commiserating

And the smile with a tinge of coy.

 

I don’t know why I think

You’re so boring

I don’t why I think

You’re a straight Tequila in the morning

 

Innate craving to live well

Materialism is wealth

Love is dead

A secret lust hidden in stealth

 

A brownstone socialite

A quick-witted killer

The right people know your name

The wrong ones are sinners

 

I know she’s seen her day

Time for the slaughter

Just cover your ears

And then say your prayers on Sunday

 

A story repeated

The child from a broken home song is becoming passé

Ain’t Empathy overrated?

Ain’t Sincerity just too cliché?

 

An approach like a wolf

As the sun sets to twilight

While the cattle graze in the grass

With a perception for weakness in the mist of moonlight

 

A heart of darkness

With the gift of game

Strung out on pretension

Dining on Nativity’s carcass

 

A fatal, suave strut

I guess some people never learn

With a knife behind your back

You know some people were born to be burned

 

 

I know

Ambition is a drug

I know

Sometimes prestige is earned through blood

 

Friends are cheap

And the ladder goes higher

Don’t worry it hurts me too

Don’t worry they're such a freak

 

Hasn’t this circle served its use?

Isn’t your life a movie on replay?

A new bridge over the canyon

So take the next exit off the freeway

 

A new town

A new city

A new closet

A new identity

 

A snobbish air of indifference

Like natural born royalty

Lying in the shadow

A thief without conscience

 

 

But I’ll end this with a quote, If I dare

“I hope they make you pull your s**t, Just to get your share.”