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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
...Erica, I sincerely hope the last line was intended to be tongue in cheek? Apart from that it's a clever write.