Too many fancy people

In this disco traffic shtick

Mimicking supermodels

Chiseled faces and perky tits

Perfect bodies swapping lovers spit

Styled in glitter and millions of dollars

But, I don’t like crowds

Or standing for hours

I prefer wall flowers

And jalapeño margaritas

Sipping out a pink twirly straw

Behind dark sunglasses

Pretending I am one of those…

Beautiful people