yabs

The avarice
The indulgence
The superficial value

Cigarettes for class
Liquor for maturity
Materials for notoriety

Is who we are
What we have
And how we flaunt it?

Spending money we don't have
Demanding respect we didn't gain
Wasting life we were privileged to live

Killing ourselves
With the poisons of pleasure
Adorned with the real and the truly fake

The wise feeling inferior
To the beautiful
Forsaking true worth just to belong

Who we know
What we own
What we claim to be

Trading the achievement of a dream
For a false life in a make-believe world
Settling for a mirage of gold
Rather than a reality of abundant bronze