Contractions Full Of Nothing Poem by suzan gumush

They speak of BMW's or Mercedes Benz
I think their heads
They need to mend
Speaking of only of contractions
That drive in attractions
Is a vision I don't really want to view
It tells me of nothing new
Only to fill in the emptiness
Perhaps even show they are the best
No thank you!
I don't wish to live in there nest
Filled with ornaments of desire
I'd rather set them all on fire
My mind too big
I don't need a blond wig
Just to impress
Another dirty mess