(February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)

The Bling Side

They want to see,
That bling side for them to begin.
With a start for them that has no end.
And hoping their lives,
Will sparkle bright.
With a sheen seen...
From outer space at night.

They hope that bling side to blister and glow.
From angles that exposes,
Their studded gold teeth glimmering...
In a bold gold that shows.

That want that bling side to begin...
With goose bumps too,
That never end.
With expensive sneakers costng fortunes.
To brag likes fools...
Like selfish spoiled children do!

To then dress as fools.
Act rude with a crudeness.
With a flaunting of lewd attitudes.

That want that bling side to begin...
With goose bumps too.
To then dress as fools.
Act rude with a crudeness.
With a flaunting of lewd attitudes.
And killing any sense that may be left within them.

They want to see,
That bling side for them to begin.
With a start for them that has no end.
And hoping their lives,
Will sparkle bright.
With a sheen seen...
From outer space at night.

They want that bling side to begin...
With goose bumps too.
To then dress as fools.
Act rude with a crudeness.
With a flaunting of lewd attitudes.
And killing any sense that may be left within them.

To live,
Or not to have...
A future.
One that has firm roots.
And not be foolish losers.

To live,
Or not to have...
A future.
One that has firm roots.
And not be foolish losers.

They want that bling,
To live!
They want that bling,
To live!
They want that bling,
To live!
To be just foolish losers.

They want that bling,
To live!
They want that bling,
To live!
They want that bling,
To live!
To be just foolish losers.

The bling side,
To live!
The bling side,
To live!
The bling side,
To live!
To be just foolish losers.

by Lawrence S. Pertillar

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