Holding the glass of champagne,
Wearing the ill fitting costume,
Once stingy, now the philanthropist,
Walking on the red carpet,
Rubbing the shoulders with,
Shoulders that need mirth,
Parties of the pollens,
Need the flowers and the buds stolen,
Excited nerves send wrong signals,
Beauty and virility flashed their smiles,
Eyes are met, notoriety is shared,
Recently ironed skin looks smoother,
And fools the viewers envier,
The wrinkled ones get jitters,
Drooling over the youngsters,
Want to put their signatures,
At the expense of our future.
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