The World Loves Pretty Things
The world loves pretty things, my dear
The world loves pretty things
It matters not, the costs we pay,
The impacts that they bring
A lovely brunch must be indoors
For if you dined outside
You might sweat off your makeup,
You might have to shoo a fly
It wouldn’t be a pretty sight
For all the world to see
Because, as I have told you, dear
The world loves pretty things
A classroom must be big and bright
For kids to learn and play
That small machine which cleans the air,
It must be thrown away
It’s just that it’s an eyesore
(even if the air is clean)
I hope I’ve schooled you well, my dear
The world loves pretty things
A mask can really salt the vibes
We all want to forget
The world lost seven million lives
We’ve not stopped counting yet
And sure, a mask can stop the spread
But the truth is going to sting
The world loves pretty things, my dear
The world loves pretty things
The thing about these pretty things
It’s funny, but it’s true
It’s not enough to have them
People want to be them, too
Now all of us are pretty things
And all we had to do
Was sell our souls to vanity
(And everyone else’s, too)
And soon we'll lose our conscience
As it's hanging by a string
In the frontal lobe, with interest paid
To be such pretty things.
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