Shallow Snobbery

 
You're oblivious
to your
insidious side

you hide
behind the
moon

fed by a
golden spoon

superstar..

not
by far
honey

can't see past
daddy's money

if you had to
get off your
high horse

feel remorse

struggle like
us common
folk

you'd choke
my dear

on your
fear

head
stuck up
your ass
kinda lass

looking down
your nose
from your
pedistal

quite
the
fool

dealing with
tough times

like the
illnesses
in my
rhymes

such the
princess

you'd explode
with stress

can't have
mess

oh no..

money is
all you
crave

its all
you rave
about

no doubt

you think you're
something special

snobbery
bitching

then switching
at the click of
your fingers

but your
toxic distaste
lingers

if i smash your
heavenly throne

would it be
considered
misdone

i don't
think so

you're so
shallow

no one
would care

unless you
paid them
to be
there