The modern Lolita’s hail to the thief
Of the idols of the glossy weeklies
Souls slip into the great divide
Between desire and reality
Of things that they can never be
Just a copy of a product
A cheap knockoff in chain-store tank tops
And faux diamond drops
This is the new age tragedy
Underage slaves to a machine
They have been in the pockets of
Since separation from the womb
Lost herds parade through air-conditioned markets
Dressed in this seasons must-haves
Fashion is an elusive state
You are not ahead until someone emulates
Imitation is the best form of deception
One more day of fooling and faking your worth
They say: Play the part and you will be somebody
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