Erica Brett


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

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  • (3/2/2007 12:37:00 AM)

    ...Erica, I sincerely hope the last line was intended to be tongue in cheek? Apart from that it's a clever write. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 2, 2007

Poem Edited: Wednesday, January 26, 2011


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