Eighty Thousand Dollar Post
A former headmaster at a way preppy school
Was fired for age and he thought it cruel
So he sued and they settled
Said we’re sorry we meddled
Keep quiet about it the rule
No discloser they all did agree
In the terms of the settlement plea
If anyone squealed
The money’s repealed
And that was how it had to be
Now the daughter of he who had won
Was sent off to Europe for fun
But what she did next
Left the school quite perplexed
And back to the court on the run
She went on to Facebook to brag
Ignoring the court ordered gag
When she let it slip
What had paid for the trip
The school quickly threw a red flag
They might have ignored the short boast
Except for her words bottommost
The words they said struck it
When she said they could “suck it”
And with that the payoff was toast
The court said the settlement’s breached
The father when last he was reached
Said I lost eighty grand
Her Facebook’s been banned
And oh how that little girl screeched
A queen of the magazine layout for dreams,
Lady with the looks, they all want to see.
Wherever she goes they stop and stare it seems.
Angelic face, perfect smile, looking at thee,
Yes she seems happy, is it now, in some degree.
See her life, is always on display, for us to see.
One dream, for life, or until another comes along,
Nearer or farther from happiness, is this wrong.
Don’t you see behind the perfect smile that gleams?
Intimate details shown for profit not reality,
Social discloser, we live in fantasy dreams.
Pain, discomfort, so hidden in emerald eyes,
Looker, she is titled, a beautiful glitter anomaly.
Aberration, for all to aspire to become, in lies,
Yes, she’s a looker, always on display, not free.