a filtered face with poreless skin
hides a void of desperate need
and all the feelings held within
amount to envy, fear, and greed
these images of glamorous style
that mimic films and fashion mags
are curtains o’er a rubble pile
of hollow souls snd bitter brags
lacking wonder, this mortal coil’s
a joyless slog, a pointless goal
but plant your seeds and tend your soil
and grow true love to feed the soul