Brazen jewelry, supple flesh,
Faces full of SPF, material riches
And wealth aesthetically spent, all of
These products applied onto porous
Surfaces, have yet to make a dent
Innocence so naively betrayed,
So innocently wept
Such is the nature of purity,
To wish it was kept,
Ego to justify and forget to repent,
Among the masses,
all you see is eyes,
And they look oh so empty
