She’s the richest of people
She holidays in Ipanema,
drives a Lotus to the salon,
her bag is Gucci
and her tan is sprayed on.
She networks
the party
like a huntress on crack.
She knows Hailey and Justin
and Jay Z.
She runs with the pack.
She flips cocktails
for breakfast and
Tapas for lunch.
She dines in fine places
and attends all the races.
She’s cultured,
she’s coiffured,
she’s perfectly turned.
There’s a condo in Paris
and an apartment in Spain.
So graceful,
she swans
like Naomi or Kim,
but she’s hauntingly lonely.
She’s empty within.