Buckheads (poetic observation)

(July 2022)

Women in High Society wear everything a magazine or an influencer tells them to don

Lacking intelligence to be an individual style, setting their bar on a different rung

Heard of sheep, cottage core fits in well to these rolling hills of emerald riches

They are lead on a leash of flesh by a gentleman, showcasing the same dress on different bitches 

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