Plastic People

With hollow minds and fragile hearts, 

They get out to play the game in parts;

Sometimes fame, 

Mostly game, 

All the aim, 

Is their popular name;

Their game doesn't really have an end, 

In any situation, they won't bend, 

Their only ethic is to follow the trend, 

Even if it needs to offend;

Amazingly dressed, 

Crisply pressed;

Their jewelleries glitter, 

Their bodies feel no jitter, 

Sweet compliments with tongues bitter, 

With clean hands, they litter;

Coz the broken homes, 

Lead all the thrones;

Their hearts are mere pumping machines, 

Everywhere they go, they create scenes;

No communication, no airs, 

But who really cares, 

About the external affairs, 

They only need the presentable pairs;

They talk about their million dollar company, 

All that matters is luxury honey, 

Isn't it really funny, 

How love loses against money?!