A morose fascination with the barbaric
That passes as the norm
With cameras pointing at it
As if they were what we should be
A freak show
That only gets freakier
By the fifteen minutes
That delude us all into a constant daydream
The smiles and constant chatter
Were neither content nor fulfilled
But just a yearning for the unattainable
Just pose down the runway
Keep your back up straight
As the bulbs blind you from every direction
Just pretend nothing is happening
So why care?
Nothing is wrong except for everything
Those fifteen minutes should come to you shortly
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