High and Low

I don’t expect anything high from low people.

The low, will stay low.

They are born low, and always there

to remind of the highs.

The cheap… are the cheap.

They buy rich things—

Perfumes, champagnes and dresses,

Between those garbages,

I still believe,

That cheap… are the cheap.

They mock the elitists,

And brand the polite society,

But tell me, haters and wannabees—

who mocks the manners, grace,

and humility?

Who?

Who in the right mind,

Will actually devalue integrity,

Hardwork, dignity, and grace,

With fickle friendships,

Worthless facebook scanning,

Endless tweeting,

Porn video watching,

While dressing yourselves

As branded “rich kids”?

YOU KNOW NOTHING

But try to be rich,

Try to be intelligent,

Or try to be ill,

None of which has been true,

Because nobody has ever been tried,

To be happy,

And thoughtful,

Passionate,

Inspiring,

And celebrated

Human.

Robots are what you are—

Remembering the trends and hashtags

Callousness of your fingers to androids

And Apples

Which, by the way,

The sweat of your parent’s sorrows.

How come you never see,

That there’s more to life than

A high school clique?

Garnering likes and shares

(which, by the way,

Achievable and bare)

Whilst in real life

Nobody is fair,

You think this is a free fare,

And the ones that we care

Is just an inch of hair.

Oops I rant too much,

One must remember,

That nobody really wants

To tell someone what to do,

When to do,

Where to do, or

How to do it.

So bid me goodbye,

Cause I have NO RESPECT

For not respecting

What you “thought”

Was RESPECTABLE

To do.