Stupid pictures
Of stupider people
Posing like they
Own something
Perhaps my attention
Though I'm sure
It is the last thing
They were hoping for
I have yet to see
A supermodel
With an amazing
Figure, or lack thereof
All I'm given
Is pleased, satisfied
Mugs, not faces
Smiles of less
Than the colour white
Lips chapped,
And peeling off
The embarrassed surface
This paper is not meant
For photographs
But for lies, the mad
And the annoying
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