The Handsome Man
He was a handsome man
hamming it up for the photographer
each flash inflating his ego
but cameras only capture the shell
what can be seen on the surface
insuring his true identity
remained securely hidden deep within
He was a man who had never experienced
the painful pangs of hunger
the sickening shame of want
squandered potential due to lack of opportunity
the sorrow of watching helplessly as precious dreams die
their withered corpses cremated
the ashes scattered to the wind
His reality had always been quite different
than that of the mundane majority
He was a handsome man
who despite his extensive and expensive education
earning an advanced degree
his noted name written in calligraphy
hanging on his office wall
knew nothing at all
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