Fool’s Gold

A pretty face,
Not beautiful,
But elevated by gushing, avaricious parents,
To the rank of gorgeous goddess, incomparable and perfect,
She could have been useful, kind and satisfied,
But fed on the nectar of compliments,
Indoctrinated with creed of money ‘above all’,
She became untouchable, unbearable,
An idol to Midas and Materialism,
Designer clothes, parties with the ‘right sort’,
Even though she lived a gilded life,
Nothing could ever conceal the impurities of her heart.