The Populars

They walk around with their heads so high,
Smoking, drinking, all on the side,
Considered beautiful, I wonder why.
All they want is a good ride.

They’re said to have a queen’s rule,
Their boyfriends like crowns,
They think they’re so cool,
Like they’re known in all towns.

But surrounding them is hate,
In reality, they’re weak,
Garbage pick-up is their fate,
Or called for a “good time” once a week.

They’ll some day figure it out,
They’re worth nothing at all,
Brains is what it’s all about,
Mere beauty will only lead you to a fall.