The pretense in ‘time’
Prime on waste.
Those who boast their Lamborghini
With air and sport
Are callous of style and elegance
Proving their empire's demise
One slurp of deadly spell
Will engulf your sum
The glitter and the gleam;
And flash a deserted look
With whimper and whine
Homing waltz of weeds
The scarcity groped
Cloying forgotten looks.
No raging bulls, now
Race the car,
Nor Lamborghini
Flare its nostril
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