He
was this so-handsome man with the world at his fingertips, lots of
money and boy what a charmer
She
could have done anything but she just couldn’t resist racing out
every time a camera appeared
Unable
to admit he might have made a mistake he was forced to stay
the course & never flip-flop
Her
looks assured her that she deserved to be served the good life:
Cars,clothes,jewels & McMansions
He
failed at manual or intellectual labor but starred reading other’s
speeches during big meetings
Being
dressed fashionably was obviously her extreme priority…because
other people would notice
His
career & fame went off like a skyrocket but, as always, he just
had to fondle one more bimbo
In
the end, she fell into a fatal depression troweling on layers of
makeup that could not hide her age
Sitting
in his sports car with a young woman he did not feel like the
wrinkled old fool in the rearview
She
tried hard not to notice the liver spots crowding in on her pounds of
expensive jewelry
The
only time he professed ignorance was when his minions were caught
performing his illegal orders
They
both knew they were different, and a cut above the oh-so ordinary
masses bred to serve them
He
found it very satisfying to have waiters, servants &
administrative assistants fawning upon him
He
designed a giant vacation home they never used that was so hideous
his estate could not sell it
Every
one of the many cars he owned always had to be cleaned and shined
religiously - By others
She
knew for sure that everyone was looking at her as they graced the
toney shopping streets
Happiness
was seeing themselves properly projected on some media or another for
all to see
They
never really had time to study others except those rivals who got
more attention than they did
He’d
lend his name to most any charity so long as he got top billing in
the slick advertising campaign
The
ForSale signs at all her listings simply had to give over the most
space to her frozen botox smile
When
they finally arrested him he had already wasted his swindled millions
on vapid faux-luxuries
She
knew that they were both above and outside of most laws, which were
obviously meant for losers
He
loved that feeling of importance having an expensive lawyer as his
mouthpiece to the crowds
They
enjoyed sipping champagne in their firstclass seats watching as the
cattle crowd slowly boarded
He
fondled his combover between every sales call as he checked his
winning smile in the mirror
It
was obvious to her that the pursuit of happiness meant her winning at
any cost to her opponents
He
needed that bonus more than the employees he laidoff and
outsourced to get it could ever grasp
But,
way too shortly after finally filling his 19 car garage, that gnawing
emptiness began once again
She
enjoyed having men lust after her as she passed by gazing haughtily
away, her nose held high
They
both lovingly maintained deep tans despite all those FDA warnings
they very smirkingly ignored
She
felt so attractive in high heels she wore them until she couldn’t
walk normally at all, anymore
He
was the one they always counted on to charm cranky widows into
investing heavily with their firm
They
were quite miffed when police officers disregarded their tantrums and
simply handcuffed them
Their
children were mere props in their photo-essay, quickly handed back to
domestics with accents
But
you see, it wasn’t their fault, for they had been praised &
coddled since birth for their looks
Surely
they couldn’t be blamed for feeling entitled given all the little
people holding doors for them?
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