spread your pretty lips, and unzip your charm
anaesthetize your audience, in elegance disarmed
got to keep appearance, in viral level coolness
dancing to the hustle in a smile proof muzzle
engineering a veneer, to hypnotize your peers
All so you can turn a trick in people you despise
wear your Sunday sweet face everyday game on
when your competing everyday in human race play off
looking to score, the gold hive of online
a little taste of honey, your a money$ucker
your looking to slay in a sycophantic way
rub down the egos of your narcissistic equals
building a cult to your venal personality
blind to your pride of perpetual banality
you'd get on your knees and say pretty please
when the dollar is your collar to a 100 million followers
another dopamine rush, in a strangers likes
attention is the vain, and the needle of your life
just another wannabee dreaming of being queen bee
milk that honey for your worth cause your a money$ucker
got to beat your mystique into armor that's chic
disguise in your eyes the worms in your words
calculate style and presentation of your guile
all the while masquerading the weight of your black vile
stroke schemes for platinum studded dreams
the raining red Ferraris and closet swamped Armani
walk the catwalk of shame for your fifteen minute fame
tic tock goes the glock, blow the load where for where you aim
swallow more then your pride and maybe you'll learned
that when you reach for the stars you'll only get burned
but money makes the world go round
and that's why we must all bend down
to be the money$uckers
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I would like to translate this poem
Too many great lines in this poem for me to list. Another winner, my friend!