Gold leaf lives and ignorant ears

Versace eyes and MasterCard tears

Blank faces and dull gray skies

Voiceless songs and bitter lies.

If only they could hear

And listen

Spread to its airy thinness,

Gucci reigns supreme.

The world is lifeless, ancient

Pack the Prada bags and flee

From earnest, truthful discourse.

Speaking of people

Of things

Ideas are buried

And the light grows dim

Each day, dimmer

With each golden glimmer

Of a Dulce & Gabbana smile.

Cracked and cold,

Melt the gold

And know it is not pure.