They smoke their rolled-up Western V’s and clear a whole wide room out for its arrogant attitude alone, whiskey helps settle an otherwise manic exterior – been meaning to step it up a level, sidestep these pretenders with fakeness swarmed upon altogether deceptively strong
A notch above, to stand sizeably out
They whisper, no longer need to shout, watch their own natural mannerisms take majestic flight, stroke of midnight- fairytale – esque, if you will
All of this amidst the real people who matter the most whistle right by via a steeped kind of devotion, finally, adoringly, longing for an unstaged autograph – soon as the money – hungry editors wearing fake Guggi everything fell brutishly away