To The Yuppie In You
Hey you yuppies everywhere,
Expensive shoes and designer wear,
I know you’ve been around,
With friends in high places abound,
You know all the pubs and bars,
met all the celebrity and stars,
I’m sure it feels pretty nice,
wearing all that bling bling and ice,
What’s that? Went to Paris on a cruise?
You’re right – everyone should have a private masseuse.
What bliss it is, living the high life.
Not bothered with troubles, hardship or strife.
You bought an iPad? Must be useful,
or is it there just to make you cool?
Ah, you've got Facebook, Twitter and Instagram,
Nice, but frankly I don’t give a damn.
Save your breathe,
I’m not impressed,
I’ve got better to do,
Than to hear you talk about you.
Just a little something I wrote for fun.I find myself increasingly surrounded by yuppies of late. They annoy me in a certain way, due to their complete lack of down-to-earth-ness. But they also scare me in many ways, because I'm terrified I unconsciously become one of them (if not already).
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