The Hypocrite
Rigorous training and exercise
At once things start to go by as
That which could not exist
Body forced to look like a steed
We exact knowledge from many a book
We accomplish deeds so unnecessary
Looks don’t matter when you’re a hunk
We applaud and laud those people
When in the hours of dusk
We are left out of our work
We hit the gym and sweat it out
With closed doors and windows
Sweat comes readily pouring out
Hot bodies sweating all flab out
Fat people struggling on the treadmill
Despite the trainer’s pleading, sit to eat
What is health is sold in glass bottles
Protein shakes, bars and shampoos
World is a cosmetic factory for the rich
That is the symbol of class, a cream
Fashion statements changing every quarter
Women trying to keep up with all that matters
They look so grotesque at the end of the day
Husband still says, baby you’re so very hot
Commercialism is just an elaborate lie
It sucks all those who stand and stare
Its lures the unwary unsuspecting folk
Making douche bags of them in the process
Humankind has strived to achieve
Every scientific invention not make-believe
But all of our life is lost in beauty and looks
Hardcore sex and science are categorized as moot
Ingrate people crowding makeup parlours
Groomed by snakes in human forms
Vampires that touch sensuously
Sucking blood from this naive steed
Wake up my good man wake up
The dawn has arrived, it’s a new day
Run to the gym, and cut more trees
In those bald spots, build more malls
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