Plastic

The urban tumbleweed drifts by,
Affluenza strikes deep within the valley.
Plastic smiles, for a plastic world,
With the shallowness only beauty can buy.
Her crippling heels hobble her cadence,
Such a pretty mess in her finest attire.

The urban sprawl, the creeping virus,
Dis-ease rules where the angels dwell.
The frenetic dance of time is a best cruel,
Sliding through different realities to get by,
Loss of self is a small price to pay for glam,
Her reflection on glass, shares an empty smile.