Superficial

Sitting in Seattle Coffee Works, near Pike & 1st. Watching two young people, dressed very upscale, finish their drinks and walk off to somewhere. It makes me ponder, what do they miss? Do they realize what they miss by dressing that way? Do they see their special treatment? Do they want to versus being judged on a less superficial level? Do they care?

The tits walked in and the ass waddled along.
Her man stepped along behind, watching sway.
She rolled up and spoke, stupidity fell long.
He told her what she'd get and gave her play.

She was like a wind up doll, didn't care to think.
She smiled and walked her way, feeling in charge.
He stood and waited for the order, for his fink.
She sat like an obedient bitch with drink all large.

Arm piece idiocy, a worthless bitch,
Where do you stand in this world? Superficial!
What do you think you are? Superficial!
You're nothing, except for who puts you on their arm.
Stand away, drop the vacuous superficial.
Be something, fly above the superficial.