I watch them as they pass,
their wretched paces,
putrid faces,
brisk walking,
nothing talking,
searching,
seeking,
gold digging,
wanting everything yet offering nothing in return.
They flaunt their mediocre lives as if I am to be impressed by store bought tits and liposucked thighs.
Their German cars and Japanese posers do not reflect their souls, their worth.
Their perky 2 1/2 children with their cell phones at the playground.
Each portfolio I see brings me closer to the brink.
As I sit in wait in a leather lounge watching power dressed cappuccino slurping teenage gurus bust about as if all of the world was held together by the next decision they make, I wonder.
every pretentious pose,
every hair meticulously placed and frozen in time.
every gesture,
movement,
action,
carefully choreographed in their minds moments before,
as if it might make a statement.
Obnoxious, pretentious, self absorbed fucking assholes.
I see their glances judge me as they pass
I look back and grin.
They think of their destiny
whether or not they control it
yet if they believe in destiny,
they should know that it only makes the end inevitable.
I can only wait to look down upon them as they try to drive their BMW’s into their next existence
Pathetic, self absorbed fucking assholes,
This is merely the beginning.