They are good-looking,
happy,
hunky,
nocturnal,
famous,
kind,
useless
and absurd.
They stand out
subside,
they tan
in the sun.
They ski,
sail,
drown
in alcohol.
They have more drawers,
but also more junk.
They have more outfits,
but also go to more places.
In peace.
They have more friends,
but also more are fake,
and more security,
but also more fear.
They have more money,
but also more expenses.
They have more power,
but also more worries.
In peace.
They have more than all,
but also more to lose.
Perhaps the world is their,
but we have them surrounded.
All alone,
in pairs
and in groups,
the jet set.
They are fashion,
scoop
and breaking news
for lambs.
They operate on themselves
they self bandage,
travel all over.
They pamper them,
they are fought over
on horse
and on foot.
They have a higher standing,
but also more in rent
and more to shine,
but also more to hide.
In peace.
They have more sins,
but also more cheek.
They have more roads,
but also more plains.
They have more lovers,
but also more affairs.
They have more shoes,
but they also have two feet.
In peace.
They have more last names,
but they also croak,
but, that's it, after
having lived like god.