You Foolish Folk Poem by Erica Brett

I once thought to pity the proud.
Poor people! All day stuck in a cloud
Of arrogance and perfection
(what a tasteless confection,
like a cardboard cake
so prettily fake)
and such a waste of passion
On high manners and fashion!
All scents and snobbery
Make-up and jewelry
Glitter and coquetry
Artificiality
And I thought in my head
Of the folks so misled
How unfortunate that they could not see
My clear, undeniable superiority