You cannot resist the lure of glamour-
glamour of beauty or glitter of gold.
How feeble is the armour of amour
against the society flashy but cold.
Their clothes match the uppity appearance.
The talks are warm but the smile is distant.
The act is put on by these royal ones.
The division of class is apparent.
In a mob where people live to compete-
this play of wealth is misled to believe.
Life seems inadequate and incomplete
to the common man who competes to live.
The glams pose to the pops of the flash bulb -
You wander in wonder and gaze and gulp.
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