Perceived prestige

Is the worst kind of perception

Distorted from reality

Far removed from clarity

You can’t tell whats real

What’s fallacy

Primadonna

But no prayer can save you

Walking around with pompous flair

Nose up in the air

You bite it

Not able to face the world

Choked up in starched white shirts

You’ve been blanched

By the fact your not in Kansas anymore

And this fairy tale won’t end like before