Material Girl

Pretty little shiny things
Are stacked on my lobes and rings
Forming little hats for kings

The use of funds received from kin
expose the soul that lay within
just inches under the skin

Burdened with jewels from the sea
My chest glows in spite of me
now its light is all I see

reflections on the ice blind
all other addictions bind
form one insatiable mind

plastic comes and plastic goes
a small price for perfect toes
exactly how much is a nose?

Before I leave I stand and stare
At the color of my hair
I need lowlights under there

Visa, Master, Amex galore
What even is a credit score?
I just want to buy some more